“Where are you going, Lover?”“I was going to put on a pair of boxers.”“No.”“But I, um.” My voice trailed off.“You are going to lie h...re in the middle with your sister on one side and your lover on the other and we are all going to sleep together. Just remember to fondle the naked body parts only.” She chuckled. “You know them well.”“That’s true.” I pulled her close to me and she rolled to face me. She kissed me gently and her breasts bored holes in my side and chest.It felt like an instant. When he ran out of steam, Chris blushed and smiled sheepishly. I said, "I take it that you were pissed off?"That resulted in another burst of cussing. I don't know how long it ran, but I don't recall Chris ever repeating himself. I guess that this was possible because he cussed in three languages. That seemed to wring the last of his frustration out of him, because he looked at the two of us and said, "I guess that we will have to go to Plan B, though I don't know what Plan B is, yet."We spent. The next night I rolled up in my car at her house right at 7. She was out of the house and halfway to the car before I could get out, so I just waited on her. We went straight to the park and she seemed a little nervous. “We’re not even going to dinner?” she asked.“Nope,” I said, “we have some unfinished business from the other night.” I pulled her to me and kissed her hard on the mouth and she seemed to melt. I went straight under her shirt and to her bra without waiting for her to protest. As. ." The door to the elevator closes before he can finish.The door opens on my floor, I find myself standing in the hallway dreading walking into my office. But part of me wants to see what she came up with today. I walk in. "GOOODMORNING Ms. Kimberly." She yells across the office. I swear that even Nick two floors down can hear her. I jump back. She is wearing a pair of low; I mean very low cut jeans, with a white tank top. Her belly is pushing out of the tank top that is tucked into her pants..