I took my hand to her boobs and started rubbing her boobs hard. She was moaning. I putted my hand in side of her night gown and open her bra and start...d playing with her nipples. I took off her gown and now she was only in her panties. But she was all red and blushing. She stopped me and said that it is not right we are brother and sister. We should not do this. But I told her nobody is going to find out. And I did not stop. I just took her one nipple in my mouth and kept sucking it for few. ”The cereal was gone, and I tried to wriggle out of her lap, but she didn’t let me. In truth, it was comforting to be held that way.“How long will it take you to make dinner tonight?” she said. Now both her hands were stroking me, getting dangerously close to my breasts.“Um, about, maybe an hour and a half?” I said.“Nice,” she said with a smirk. “That leaves us plenty of time to play, or should I say, for me to play, and you to be my toy?”I turned my blushing face towards her and she pressed. Your guilt or innocence notwithstanding, what led you to want to leave your children? I know it’s none of my business, but it would sure help me clean up some impressions I have.’ Sorrel, though dreadfully tired was still alert enough to be on guard, ‘There’s really nothing to tell. I had two children. They were babies, and I wasn’t a good mother.’ Fletcher, tired himself, interjected, ‘How could you not be a good mother?’ Sorrel answered, ‘I don’t want to talk about it.’ Mary was the only. I was a cheerleader etc. etc. and Karen was one of the "uncool" kids who inhabited the environs of school social circles. What I do remember was she had some sort of crush on me and followed me around. She gave me the creeps. But I've lived and learned a bit since then.We bought our wine and sat down. We talked about school and what had happened since. Karen had married a man called Charles Harding, the son of a well-to-do industrialist. They had one child, a two year old girl. She found her.