” She said to her brother. She looked nervous about the whole thing. Nervous and a more than a little excited, too. “Do I really have to?”“...ou do if you want to borrow my camera.” Pete said, grinning widely. “How about we start by you unbuttoning the blouse? You’re wearing a bra, right?”“Of course I am!” She replied. “What kind of a girl do you think I am?” She began unbuttoning her blouse as Pete motioned for her to begin. She felt her pussy start to get a little damp as she began. It was far from sexy but was the best item I had packed.Just like lunch, the conversation, drinks, food and time flew by.As we continued to drink, I continued to open up, explaining to Mike my divorce situation and my anger toward wasting so many years with James. Slipping up my words, I stated, “Who knows, maybe I could have run into someone like you in my twenties.”Mike calmly replied, “You seem nice, which makes you not my type, or someone who could have handled me back then, or even now.”A. She is soon to get an answer. I sat down this time beside her on the sofa, and told her that it is time for action. Gently holding the cloth in front of her eyes, and reaching out to tie it behind her head. “You will be less embarrassed if you can’t see”, I explained as I made sure she can see nothing.“Stand up”, I ordered her. She stood up without saying a word and took a step towards the middle of the room, and turned to face me. “Take off your shirt”, was my next command to her. She slowly. The absolute hardest part after I declared that I would simply try as hard as possible to get over what had happened, was when I started back at school on Thursday. I needed the change from staying home all day. I needed the school work, the structured day where I just followed orders, I needed Montana. But she was the hardest part. Explaining to her why I was out of classes for three days, why my mom would only tell her that I was just sick over the phone. Having to see her face and relive a.