Where the joke was practical or verbal, everyone in the room had reason to tread lightly. They had since she was twelve. If you ever saw Private Benja...in, think of the RIT dye scene. Better yet, the dye bomb in Raising Arizona. Jo was ingenious, persistent and could not be bought. No one fucked with little sister.It was that same little sister I saw coming down the hill, wearing a suit very much like Curtis'. There was a cadré of attendants, which concealed the bride, but Jo was out front. She. I was smiling to myself at the way she was so flirty with me and I thought to myself how her lucky husband was going to be able to fuck her that night. Well, I went to my room had a shower, got in bed and I must've read for about an hour, when I heard a soft knocking at my door. I got out of bed and opened the door, it was the woman again and she had a naughty smile on her face. She just walked in without saying anything. I had my t shirt n boxers on, n she was dressed the same as before, a. I explained that I really hadn’t felt anything that I had just been reaching for her pencil. She shoved my hand up under her blouse and told me to feel her up good and properly. While my hands were under her blouse she unhooked her bra in the back and raised it up to give me better access. Then she raised her blouse and told me to look at them and suck on them too. Again with her instructions we both enjoyed ourselves. Her huge melons just sat there in my hands like two giant bowls of Jell-O.. I couldn't figure out how she managed to go so strong, but I didn't care.She titillated me with her tongue down there like riding a bike. I felt her fuck me so much better in a minute than John ever did indeed. I couldn't figure how I even enjoyed it that much, considering I wasn't a lesbian, but at least interested enough to let the love make do something."Do you like that, Alice?" she asked, thrusting her fingers. "Do you?" Yes, I love it, Reagan. I can tell you feel better, but let's not.