He put both hands behind her back and undid the clasps. Julia held it up with her hands, dancing back away and playing peekaboo with her tits, finally...letting the bra fall to the floor and raising her hands high over her head, lifting her firm tits so her brother could stare at them. She danced closer, leaning to rub against his crotch, feeling the erection peeking out behind his zipper. With the music on, neither of them noticed that Sara was in the room, having heard the music up a bit loud. He didn't even notice when she made the shot.As she ran the table on him, Chris began to get the impression she was also toying with him. The innocent way she called each shot. The triumphant smirk she'd flash him after every successful pocket. The exaggerated arch in her back as she bent over the table. Was she really trying to seduce him? Just then, as she bent over to line up a play on the nine-ball, directly in front of him, he was sure. As she adjusted her position and made the shot,. Poor Amy. She just sat quietly in her chair, her eyes darting around the room periodically, watching for the cat I guess."Calm down, Cindi. We have a lot to discuss before we get there, although I admit I like the idea," I responded. Then to Rhonda, "Do you think they would let you do that? Alone, I mean?" Well, that's the other fly in the ointment. They would probably want someone else to help, to spell me and maybe act as a handler. Are there any others you trust? I would trust John Hargrove.. She considered the dead torch, looking it over in the dim light from the next room. The torch end itself was just that, a torch. It was the end of the torch handle that was different in appearance. It had carvings and patterns in it. These fit in the holder in a specific way to release the locks. ‘Keep it,’ she thought. ‘It may come in handy someday. Now to see about getting away from the city and on the road to Tarin’s Crossing.’She went about returning the floor in front of the panel to a.