What do you want?" I manage to ask her through tight lips. She smiles and in that instant my fear pulls a Houdini. My feet which felt as though they w...re floating, hits the ground and I calm my heartbeat to its normal pace. She replies to me wistfully, " I want to be with my family." I ponder her answer before deciding to ask her why isnt she with her family."Why are you not with them?" When I ask her this she places her right index finger close to my forehead and I receive a small jolt before. Again struggling with the clasp to the bra, she suddenly remembered a trick that one of her old girlfriends had used. She wrapped the bra about her bare stomach, and deftly fastened the hooks. Smirking, she rotated the item around herself and then pulled it up over her breasts. Slipping her arms back into her shirt, she noted how she no longer felt the chill up her spine when she dressed. "Must have been the fabric running across....Oh great...." James thought, realizing that the chill was a. Point for him. It was kind of hot not knowing exactly who was grinding up on her from behind, and she allowed herself to close her eyes and to raise her hands up as she swayed to the music, allowing the stranger to run his hands up and down her scantily clad body. She let her hands reach behind her head to feel the stranger's features. She felt his hair first; it felt a little shaggy, but clean. Then his face - it was smooth with defined cheekbones. As she began to pull her hands away, she felt. “Uh huh,” Christine agreed as she watched the siblings share a long kiss. A few minutes later, she reached for her cellphone when it rang. She put it on speaker and answered, “Hello?”“Hey, Aunt Christine. Did they make it in okay?” Adam asked.“Mmm hmm. You somewhere safe?”“Yeah.”“Good. Becky just finished coming all over his face, after she sucked him dry, of course. We’re almost home, and the trucker that was riding along side us watching is probably trying to find a way to get back to.