She could feel how much he wanted to just plunge his fingers inside her, feel how wet and excited she was.But she grabbed his hand, firmly."Stop," she...whispered. Her eyes burned with lust but also distress. "We can't go there." Why?" he groaned, disappointment and frustration lacing that one single word."I'd feel too guilty." Conscience is a bitch. Abigail could somehow rationalise her actions up till now, but letting her brother take his pussy was a line she couldn't cross."I feel guilty too,". For a while, as I sat there on the seat of the toilet, I thought I was going crazy.At last I got control of myself. After washing my face and rinsing my mouth with cold water, I made up my mind to do nothing but wait and watch Nancy, to see what would happen before taking action. There was no point for me to take an emotionally influenced decision right away, before I knew exactly what was going on. No, I needed to wait a little and not say anything to her about what I already knew. At the same. "Alma's eyes lit. "My! That might be a pleasant prospect!" Are you busy this evening?" I asked."No, not at present..." Let me see if I can arrange..." I began -- then the AI projected 'Suite 1172, available immediately' below the projection of Alma. "Could you and young David meet me in Suite Eleven Seventy-Two in a few minutes, then?" I continued."Why, I believe so! We'll be right along!" Goodbye, then. I'll see you there..." I closed the call. I headed to the bath and primped a bit for young. They talked about everything, books, films, politics and relationships. They had lots of kissing sessions but never any sex. Katie wanted to wait, which Jonathan was okay about. ‘Maybe this was the one,’ he often thought to himself. He had stroked her breasts and fondled her bum, which he absolutely loved. She never let him put his hand up her skirt which he read as just her being a proper well behaved girl who wanted to take her time. After a while this became so frustrating that he really had.