" So you did not enjoy touching my breasts? You did not like them?" Ohhh No Sis! They are really wonderful! So hard, so tough But you are my sister!" ...Don't be so backward. What's there if I am your sister? Don't I have any physical needs? Ohh how I was dying to feel the male hands on my body! And you are the first man to touch my breasts. Ohh Raj don't be afraid. I am Doctor myself and there is nothing wrong if we just neck with each other for a change. Come on be a sport." Ohhh Sis what are. I re-read Jenny’s text, her little joke about Sue being too busy to update me making me wince. And then I opened the pictures.The first picture showed Sue and Francis just stood next to each other, my wife looking directly at the camera as she snuggled up to Francis, as he kissed the side of her head and appeared to be smelling her hair. This picture had a bar as the backdrop.This seemed tame enough, but when I opened the second picture I felt like 10,000-volts had just been pumped through my. He was completely drenched and chilled to the bone by the time he rang the doorbell. Even if he hadn't been, the vision which greeted his eyes as the door opened would have left him speechless. She was tall and slender, yet voluptuously curved. She looked as if she had stepped out of a Milt Cantif illustration from 1940; the Dragon Lady from Terry and the Pirates, perhaps. She was fair, almost pale skinned, but with raven hair and dark mysterious eyes. She wore a black satin night gown, floor. When he spotted the router and modem for the Internet, he looked up the stairs for a moment and then pulled out his cellphone and snapped a picture of both their IP addresses. He sent the picture in a text message and then put it away. Harry closed the fuse box and started putting everything back the way it was. When walked up the stairs and saw Danny talking to the homeowner, he gave Danny thumbs up and walked outside to the next house.“Thanks mate for the information about investing. I really.