Perhaps they're disapproving, but I prefer to assume they're jealous.At lunch, I ran my foot up and down his leg under the table and we reminisced qui...tly about the last time we had sex, laughing about how we had to strip the bed after the mess my orgasm made. I could tell he was starting to feel the pressure like I was, and I told him I was longing to feel him touch me. "I adore making you come" he whispered, and I bit my lip. As we headed back to the car, I walked a couple steps ahead of him.. Her furniture, her books, her clothes, even her hair curlers and makeup would have to stay. Only her sweet self. And her car. Partway.After we signed off with another explosion of I-love-yous I logged back on to Spook with the new laptop to which I'd treated myself. I'd yanked the hard drive out of the old one and beaten it with a hammer—literally—before I'd turned the machine over to the recyclers, to make sure to destroy any link to John Joseph Heyward. Reformatting would probably have been. He starts caressing the inside of one of those creamy thighs. The edge of his hand brushes her smooth snatch, wishing to find signs of his imaginary Bruno’s cum dried there. Cathleen lets out a sharp breath at the contact. She gasps as his hand catches her pussy. He rubs her clit, thinking of his dream.He imagines her moaning as Bruno drives into her. Then he stops when she rolls over onto her side. “Good morning,” Cathleen says. “I was planning to wake up first.”“Oh?” Alan says, lifting an. She pointed with her other finger.“These are my vaginal lips,” she advised as she touched them with her fingers. “Those open up when I get turned on, and here...” she pointed, “is my clitoris. It’s sorta like your penis, with lots of nerve endings, and it feels good when played with. Now ... erghh ... move your mouth down and lick all around my pussy lips.”Kaden did so, marveling at the earthy smell of his sister’s vagina, not fishy like he’d heard from some of his friends.“Aa-aahh...” gasped.