I’ll be honest, I’d like to explore this aspect of our relationship, too. But, the risks are too high. I can’t see how we could keep it between ...s and not have it uncovered by anyone else. All it would take is a slip of the tongue, a casual comment, and we’d be in real trouble.”“Dad, give me credit! I know how to keep my mouth shut.”I smiled slightly. True, she wasn’t a gossip, but she was vocal, opinionated, and strong willed, traits I cherished in her.“It’s not just keeping your mouth. Turning back, as I buttoned the cuff buttons, I frowned at her. I hated wearing dress shirts."No, no, no, that's way too small for you." She turned her face vaguely towards the door. " MOM?– JASON NEEDS NEW CLOTHES. I'M TAKING HIM SHOPPING TOMORROW. I CAN'T HAVE MY BROTHER DRESSED LIKE A DORK! I HOPE YOU HAVE MONEY..." Then she turned back to me. "How about a sweater?"Our Aunt Caroline had given me a sweater for my birthday, just a month before, and I pulled it out of my third drawer. Sharon. Gracie seemed to sense my new determination. So she upped her game. She slightly increased the speed of her strokes again and licked the palm of her left hand. As she continued pumping my cock with her right hand, she used the wet palm of her open left hand to rub the head of my penis. I had been awake and at the mercy of Gracie’s wonderful hands for almost a half hour now. My heart was racing and I felt like my entire body was going to explode. But Gracie wasn’t done with me just yet. Once. Emily blushed as she found herself checking out how their crotches bulged just enough to catch her eye. “Sorry, guys, I look terrible”, Emily said, wanting to break the silence. She looked hot, sweaty, no makeup, no hairstyle to speak of. But from the point of view of the delivery guys who knocked at her door, Emily was by far the best thing they had seen all day. They introduced themselves as Bill and John. Emily smiled as they went to work and kept referring to her as “Mrs. Wilson”. As they.