"(((How do you really feel?)))"Suddenly, Lisa felt a shift in her thoughts causing her to gasp. As if she were suddenly awakening, she looked down at ...er near naked state and blushed. "I... I can't believe you've done this to me. You turned me into a lesbian!" I love the reaction you girls have when I lift you from those artificial mindsets I place you in. Anyway, (((with the exception of the love and lust you feel for Stephanie, the intense lust you feel for me, plus the compulsion you have to. I then heard my wife walk right by the kitchen, down the hallway into the rear bathroom, which I knew gave me another minute or so to discretely do whatever I could. I placed my hand on the lower back of my sister-in-law and she didn't do anything but keep pretending to read the paper. She slowly stuck out her butt with her elbows rested against the counter and I took that as a go. I lowered my hand beneath her cotton pajama bottoms and felt her slightly cold sexy bare ass cheeks. She continued. He gaped at herfor a moment, then reached out and grabbed her, pulling her back intothe fold of his arms. "Take it easy, Davie," he panted, "it's allright. Everything's just fine . . ." Now he was saying it, too! Why was everything "just fine" for everyone else except her? Nothing was "just fine" . . . She tried to resist him. "No, you shouldn't touch me like that . ... you know you shouldn't; not after what we just saw. It's wrong." "What's wrong about it, Davie?" he asked desperately, feeling. I used to row on the river (at Henley too), and a rhythm of 35 strokes to the minute was regular for me so that's what I look for now, full effort behind every stroke across my bum and back, but who is there out there prepared to go that far ? All the well-built ladies in scanty leather and high heels are a bit of a joke too, - they're professionals, so the thing most uppermost in their minds is not your pleasure but their own insurance risk… Fair enough, they supply a service, - they're not.