My sister went to kitchen to prepare something. I was reading news paper in hall.I finished reading news paper, but she was still in kitchen in her ni...ht gown. Silently I was observing her movements in kitchen. I hold paper to my face so that she couldn’t get hint that I am watching her. She was moving here and there to pick the things. I think she was not wearing her bra, so her big milky breasts are swinging. My cock started to expand its size slowly. When she bent to pick something I saw her. Charles, the same driver who picked me up three months before, was there to open the door for us.Had it been just three months? It seemed more like three years.There was no one inside the car to greet us, this time."Mr. Paxton is waiting for you at the compound," said Charles."I suppose we'll go there, before I go home," I said with a sigh.I looked out the window, as we drove through Pocatello, looking to see what had changed. Not much; a restaurant had closed, and a new one had opened. I. As we neared my home turf, the driver looked at me, and nodded.“Yes?” I said.“Sam, if you will allow, Abigail and I will look after your place in Tucson while you’re up here. Would that be all right?” He said.“I left it locked up, but I’ll let you know?” I said. “I don’t know how long I’ll be here. So, well, I’ll let you know.”“Oh okay,” he said. “But we’re just a phone call away.”“Thanks, you’ve been a big help. And, don’t worry about my dad coming down on Abigail in all of this. I’ll make it. When we did it on the Gardener the only thing we got was some low-level static at—"Igwanda's head snapped around to glare at the first officer. "You got what?" he barked."Just low-level static," Shaw repeated. "Line-of-sight radio frequency." He gave it."I asked that all phenomena be reported to me. There was a reason this was not?" Igwanda's glare was even more penetrating."It wasn't worth bothering," protested Shaw, shifting uncomfortably. "It was just static. We even ran it through the.