I think I could also kill just the portion of Tim's brain where you are residing and then grow it back. You need to convince me not to try that." I do...'t think you'd kill your friend, asshole. You might try to kill my part of his brain though. Call me Jason." Okay, Jason. Why are you in Tim's brain and what do you want?" That's none of your business." Cindi, can you hold this asshole while Jude starts killing the brain cells he's occupying?" I can hold him, Mike. Do you want us to start?" Wait. I quickly locked both the doors from inside. With a trembling hand, I picked her panties. It appeared so small that I doubted how it could fit to my sister’s buxom thighs. I rubbed the soft and silky material with my fingers. A tremor ran through me. I brought it near my nose and inhaled. The strange musky scent sent my mind into a wild frenzy; blood began rushed to my cock. It began to grow in proportions. I quickly stripped and covered my rigid cock with sister’s panties. I was overwhelmed. I asked if she was feeling better. She nodded. There were no hints in her face of anger or anything else that would get me into trouble.I told myself that I was safe for now. We were getting comfortable with each other. At the end of the massage, I didn’t want to push any further. I told her I was feeling sleepy and headed to my room to jack off. I was so hard after brushing my hands on her privates.Imagination is the root cause of all problems. In my case, I didn’t know if this would become a. Reverend Gibson had emphasized that when he'd counseled her.Joan was all over him, helping him take off his clothes and peeling off her own skirt and sweater. If he'd had less to drink he might have noticed that his wife wasn't wearing panties but, half drunk and so hot from watching his kid sister-in-law masturbate, he had no thoughts beyond the lust for Joan's firm, lithe frame.She couldn't. She shouldn't. Julie lay in her bed staring at the little doorway to the secret room. She could hear.