In fact the skirt barely covered her firm little ass. I knew my sister and Tracy fought constantly about her clothes, but as a male I liked it so I di...n't say anything about how she was dressed.The next day was Monday. Tracy left for school and I started work shortly after. At times I work from home and this particular week I was going to be working from home all week. Tracy arrived home at 5:00PM followed by a huge crowd of kids. Before long the noise from the basement was a dull roar. When I. Kneeling beside me you begin rubbing the oil into my chest, working your way down my torso, and I’m so yours. All I can do is kneel there, panting, quivering, dripping, while your hands touch every part of me and coat me with the smooth, slick oil. I concentrate like mad on the Twister mat, on those bright primary colors as you massage my arms, my thighs, my cock and balls. Red, yellow, oh my god, green, blue, touch me more, red, blue, yes, there, make sure you oil me there, green, green,. Lake Michigan ... doesn’t smell like the ocean and the morning breeze is a gentle reminder that the day is ahead and there are things to do ... even if it’s just sip and stare. Ludington’s breakwater has a pair of fairly squat lighthouses that the rising sun illuminated. The north light glowed with a soft reflection of the clouds sun-show. It was quick. I knew where to look. A life at sea does that. In the twelve years of sailing, I had seen the storied green flash five times.I Oooed and Aahhed. I got up from the bed, put on a pair of boxers since I was still not comfortable being nude around Cathy just in case she came out from her bedroom while I was in the kitchen. I walked into the kitchen, turned on the overhead light, and found a bowl to pour the cereal in. I found some strawberries in the fridge, got them out and put them near the sink to wash and clean. While I was cutting the strawberries, I heard a flushing sound from the bathroom. “Oh god, I hope it is Melissa and not.