” I add quickly, “Which is usually fine by me, of course.”There is amusement in his voice, and his eyes finally meet mine as he answers, “I h...ve let them. Several times.” OK, so I was wrong. That happens sometimes. “Really?”“Yeah, really.”Even now, Logan can still surprise me. I of all people should know that it is simply impossible to guess what a man, or a woman, will do in bed on the basis of how macho, or unmacho, they look or act in their regular lives.“I’ve only done that with a few. All my friends told me I had the hottest mom in the class and I knew they were right but I played off saying “my mom not that hot”, when I was a teenager I started offering her massage’s to help her relax at first she was reluctant at first but one day she asked me to massage her legs and feet as they were in pain from walking all day “ok mom take your shoes off and I will massage your feet and legs for you” she took off her shoes that when I saw she was wearing nude coloured pantyhose, I sat. She moaned at his touch, the wonderful contrast playing deliciously over her flesh. He made his way up her body and with a cheeky smile he slid his hands up and pushed her jacket off, allowing it to fall from her shoulders and catch at her bended arm.Stepping back, he stopped to take her in. There she stood, in lingerie that he knew was recently purchased just for him, he gasped at her beauty. He struggled between the need to tear the lace from her body right there and then and to pull her. My name is Samantha, Sam to all who know me, and I have two brothers, Paul, two years older at sixteen and Eric, almost a year younger than me, he's just turned fourteen.One day after school, I was sitting in bed, reading, I love to read, and they both appeared at my door."Sam, can we ask you something?" Paul, the older brother, said."Sure," I said as they came in.I had always gotten along with my brothers, we hardly ever had any disagreements growing up and it was Paul who started."Um, Eric.