Even if we said we were just going to talk and hold hands...I still want, no need this.I glance at the clock, 1045 am, plenty of time to get to our re...dezvous. I debate jerking off to your photos just to take the edge off, but decide against it. I pull out of my driveway and head towards the statue.The statue commemorates Lewis and Clarke and blah, blah... its Northwest of Harlem and I55. The trails are way better maintained than when I was a teen and close to both of us. I feel real good. . what have we here?" I asked myself.Then I spied a large ring binder book. Sitting in the chair I slowly flicked through the book."Fuck ... this is amazing" I murmured.The book contained instructions on the operations of all the equipment in the room. What it didn't tell me is where the cameras were that were transmitting video to the monitors at the moment. There looked to be six separate bedrooms and bathrooms.I then realised that one of the camera feeds was coming from my master bedroom and. Lindenberger, I can accept your answer IF this was a date, but we are just friends, nothing more." And then it was at that moment it all came together for him. "You see, my sister Lisa and I were best friends, we did everything together, and I don't know of any other brother and sister that were as close as the two of us were. When we moved here and I meet Jennifer I was reminded of how much she is like Lisa because of how similar they are. That is why I can tell you in all honesty that this is. Us... while we are under the influence in his little chair!" said Melba sarcastically."Probably honks those little hooters of yours, huh?" laughed David as he swung their sleek sports car into the Richmond's tree lined driveway."You mean these little puppies?" Melba raised her hands to her very firm, smallish breasts.Tall and willowy, Melba Dow was the beautiful Polynesian wife of David Dow, a rather short, rugged African-American man with a soft, southern accent. Both were successful lawyers..