The scent of her womanly charms wafted upon me, such a sweet strawberry smell that, along with her warm hug, caused a slight tingle between my thighs....My cock stirred a little, which unnerved me. While it's true I'd had wet dreams of Cindy, waking up with a hard-on and finding myself jerking off while thinking of her, before that sudden rush of 'what was I doing' and shame kicked in. I mean yes, she wasn't blood related to me, and she was a very pretty young woman, but it still made me feel so. Then she said, ‘Why didn’t you ever say anything to me?’ asked Kathy. ‘What good would it have done? I thought it best to just hold it in. Besides, I didn’t know how you felt and nothing would have changed, but everything would have been very uncomfortable for both of us. I wanted to make my marriage work but I guess your sister had other ideas.’ ‘I’m sorry, I really am. I liked you too and thought of how lucky Mary Ann was. Jim, I have to leave now. Please don’t let anyone know I told you. . for you." As if someone like me was never, in a million years, going to be capable of understanding this big-brained French dude. I felt my face flush-- fortunately my blush would disguise the fact-- as she led me to the philosophy section.We looked at the books for a minute-- she reached for one called Foucault For Dummies and I dismissed it with a haughty glare-- and eventually arrived at a thin introductory volume. All the while, though, I was looking at her-- her fat breasts loose under. “They will know it’s us who took him for one. And for another, they are ready for it.”“Gases,” May cursed.They sat with their newfound brother and listened to what he knew of the motel brothel.Reluctantly, the sisters left the brothel and headed home to form a proper plan. None of them liked what Tim had to say. Because of their ignorance, he would have stayed there trying to help them. So obsessed were they trying to find a man they forgot how dire their finances were. Tim was the one thinking.