" Oh give him a thrill. You need to loosen up a little and give guys a little peek. The world needs a little more skin from beauties like my little si...ter. And parts of you aren't so little. What's your bra size? I already know in mouthfuls." Thirty-four C, if you must know. Now what?" How about a skimpy thong? You'll have to turn around to get the money. You can show him that stunning rear end of yours."She opened her panty drawer (Yes I know it well. I'm a guy, remember.) and pulls out a wisp. Not so long ago I gave her a choice. We were playing with a friend online and I told her- She gave me a choice. Either I could cum, or my friend could. For the record, when she says “we” were playing, it’s misleading. I was simply chatting. Flirting, even, but not playing. She took over and made me watch while I- I edited that for her. Played with herself doesn’t do justice to what she was doing. Fucked herself to the brink of orgasm, the fingers of one hand deep inside her cunt while she. The ice quickly melted as her body temperature rose in response to her arousal. I went to her feet, began kissing her ankles softly, working my way slowly up the inner part of her leg; as I came to her knee, I kissed the underside of it and saw her give a slight jump. I continued up, kissing every little place on her thigh, from the outer to the inner; hearing her breath come faster as I came closer to her sweet swollen outer lips. A light kiss there, flicking my tongue across her clit as I. My duties were again called on and inasmuch as I was now playing nursemaid for Sharon, that was the name of the CFO's wife, the joke spread that he was doing my wife and I am caring for his baby and his wife. I was the brunt of many cruel jokes. I never laughed.The women in my life appeared to gather around to support Mattie and Sharon in their time of need. I was again called on to assist in birthing classes and at the birth too. The CFO did not mind planting the seed, but the harvest was left.