If it didn't work out, she hadn't lost much; but if it did, she would know that the move to full-time was the right thing to do. Prudently, she had de...ided to call only on Hutchinson on this trip. There was no need to risk her relationship with other customers this time. She remembered how nervous she had been as she prepared for the trip on Tuesday morning. To use an expression of her father's, she was as nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs. She had applied her long. With practised ease her hand resumed its motion, slowly wanking and squeezing my cock with barley a movement showing outside my jeans to betray the glorious dance that was occurring inside them.She edged a bit closer to me allowing her hand to reach down and fondle my aching balls, caressing up as if determined to milk the spunk from them. A few more strokes like this and I could feel my thighs begin to tremble and my cock seemed to swell even more. I put my glass back on the table and hunched. I followed her upstairs and into the bathroom. “Close the door” she said. I noticed that there was no lock on it. I turned to face her. “Are you an obedient boy”? she asked. I indicated that I was. “And you do as your mother tells you”? I nodded my head. “You are a good boy for your mother, aren’t you? Will you be a good boy for me”?She moved very close and I wondered if she could hear my heart thumping. I felt her hand touch my hip. She asked me if my mother makes me cum when she soaps me at. I felt silly since I wasn't really sleepy--and then I dropped 20 minutes into the pit of Morpheus.I woke up utterly refreshed, and on my side. Facing my sister. Jade too had shifted, onto her side, facing me. A lank forearm slightly hid the view: my sister had drop-dead tits. If only her eyes had fluttered open and she'd smiled at me. But she was sound asleep.I didn't dawdle, detained by no view. I got off the bed still in my clothes. Even that didn't stir my sister. I pulled the sheet up to.