A silly comedy was on the cards, something to forget about everything. I got two beers from the fridge and was about to place them like the night befo...e, then stopped.If I sat in my single chair again, it gave Laura a binary choice, sit with me or not. With the beer on the table between the chairs, it hints that she should sit on my lap and anything else might be seen as her rejection of me. Putting it on the table at the other end says ‘don’t sit with me’ and suggests my rejection of her. I. The story got me going. I jerked the hell out of my penis remembering the smell of my sister. I came buckets still feeling the soft, velvety wetness of her vagina on my fingers. Guilt ridden afterwards, I cleaned up my mess and went to check on Mysti. I knocked on her door and walked in. The sight before me made me instantly hard again. Somehow she had wiggled out of her pants, and just in her panties she was kneeling on the floor with her pillow scrunched tight under her gyrating her hips.. Then back up again, pulling off with a slurping pop. Stroking his now wet shaft and looking up at Tim with her blue eyes, Jenna again asked,’So do I have the job Mr. Jones?’ His reply was to hold the back of her head and pull it back down on his cock. Her head started bobbing on him, as he enjoyed her warm wet mouth and took in the view of her lovely big tits. It didn’t take long until Jenna had a mouth full of cream, her hand cupping his balls and gently massaging them. As she swallowed like. "I dressed and as I was at the door I turned and as I watched her hand inher crotch rubbing her clit, I asked, "what was the number that I had tomeet?" Four."-------Going home I thought about how eleven was not a manly number. I wonderedwhat sorts of experience she had to back up that assertion. I especiallywondered at what number manly began. I wore the panties all the way homewith my regular underwear stuffed in my pocket. The panties were easy toforget about because my ass was the thing.