She told me quite openly about what she saw him doing today, so it wouldn't surprise me if he was just as open with her. Oh god, Steve, do you think w...'re bad parents?"Steve shook his head. "Because our family gets along so well? I'd say this makes us great parents!"Linda laughed. "That's some interesting logic."Steve was now fully erect, and Linda found herself stroking him without even realizing it."Do you have sexual desires for Kelly?" she asked.They just stared into each others' eyes for a. Of course my finger tips secured my shaft. Then I stroke in both an up & down way, but also in a kind of twisting motion. At the same time.Anyway he asked if I'd demonstrate. I did by beginning to stroke myself, knowing full well what he meant. He immediately said it; "No, on me I mean." So I took his throbbing hard dick into my hand and went to work stroking.him furiously. He moaned and made other 'my cock feels so good' sounds and wanted to know where I'd learned it. I just told him that I. Slowly. Meandering, really.She walked about 30 yards, stopped, looked up and down the street. She causally lit a cigarette, and then meandered back again, and stopped just where the railway lines crossed the main road. In the shadows, under the bridge, she ducked her head to look into a passing car and nodded. The car slowed, swung around and drove back. And then he turned again, drove past her a second time, and she nodded again. She strolled deeper into the shade under the bridge, and watched. Up north, where you can see the snow-crested Alps from Lago Maggiore on a clear day. * Gerry was laughing as he pressed the accelerator of our rented Fiat to the floor. The two of us were on the Autostrade, on our way into Milan. The windows were down and the sunroof was open. Warm, dry wind ripped through the cabin, mangling our hair and wrecking our maps. I could barely hear the radio over the rushing air. My brother had only gotten his driver’s license a month earlier back in North Carolina..