I’m not used to people doing nice things for me. It really meant something to me. Thank you for what you said to Mr. Weaver too. I heard what you to...d him about me when he left your office. That was nice of you.”I said, “I didn’t say anything that wasn’t true.” Then I asked, “Andy, you said you have a night job too. What do you do? When do you have time to study?”He tried unsuccessfully to sound upbeat when he answered, “I lost my night job. I was a waiter. But I was late a lot because the bus. ”“What could you have to say or do that would possibly interest me?” Ipeeked at his hard-on again.“What say you and I fool around a little. It’s not like we’re real sisterand brother. I’ve been having these dreams about fucking you. You’re makingme mess up a lot of sheets.”“I’m not making you do anything, you lecherous boy.” But maybe I was. I wasalways half naked around the house. Like now, I was wearing a tight. In fact, she admitted to getting a warm fulfilment out of seeing the woman she loved getting so much pleasure out of sex – even if it wasn’t with her. Susan still saw her boyfriend, saying that it wasn’t possible just to abandon someone who she’d lived with for so long. Indeed, she once invited him round one evening. He was an oriental himself – shorter than Charlotte and much shorter than Josephine, but still taller and less slight than Susan. It wasn’t very long after the meal, that Susan and. He laughed and said I was young to be wet.I said no way ,I reached into my jeans and wiped some juice and showed him.He was stunned at the amount of cum juice on my fingers,so I got off the loveseat said walked up to him and dropped my jeans and panty and said Feel.He reached out and felt how wet i was ,he fingered me a bit and it felt sooo good. he stopped and got up from the lounge-chair and pulled down his short's to reveal his hard cock.I said Dad I want to see you cumm,so i led him into my.