Sure, I was his last resort, and I'd be back to long relief as soon as Holtz got back; but, hey -- for now, I was Sam Bailey, starting pitcher for the...first-place Baltimore Orioles!You can go ahead and carve my tombstone, boys. I've got the phrase I want you to engrave on that sucker!I was in my now-familiar spot on the porch swing late Saturday night when Amy came out with hot tea. It was late May now, and a hot night in Baltimore, but Amy knew I liked hot tea, anyway.Coffee all day, decaf hot. AT that point, I realized that Nikki was obviously not a virgin anymore. The images of my big sister, naked and sweaty and getting banged hard by some guy, suddenly popped into my head…and the thought made me really, REALLY horny. I looked her over and looked at her big tits pressing against her blue t-shirt. A tingling rushed through my stomach and into my groan and all I wanted to do was play with them. I told her she could see my dick if I could se her breasts. To my surprise, she said okay. All the way, I was thinking about Jane, how simple yet elegant she was; so good in developing conversations and so rational in analyzing very complex things whether they were related to politics, religion, society or business world and political economy. I did not find any stereotypical views in her discussion. I realized how easy it was to talk with her. Just being with her was a great pleasure. I wanted to call her as soon as I entered my hotel room but I wanted to take shower first and get. This was far more than Clara possessed though.The outfits consisted of full skirts in a maroon color and white tops with long sleeves. Even though they were very dissimilar in body type and shape, with these outfits they both were cuter. Standing next to each other made it even cuter. One thing I did notice was that you could see the girl's nipples and areolas right through the shirt. Kate's were a light pink color, and Clara's were a darker shade, possibly brown. Clara's areolas were also much.