I dropped my hand to her waist and squeezed. We were still kissing passionately as I moved my hand upwards until I found her tit. Her hand dropped int... my lap and she started to rub my stiff cock through my trousers. I was playing with her nipple, rolling it between my thumb and finger. The times I had gazed my sisters nipples through her clothes and wanted to play with them. Now, here I was, realizing my greatest fantasy.I put my hand back up behind her neck and unfastened her top. It fell to. Jen wandered over to the window, looking out and scanning the sky. Dave watched her, the way her body moved, graceful and supple. The way her neck curved as she turned her head, and even the tease of her kimono riding up in back as she stretched. It wasn't deliberate this time, he realized. Not an exhibitionistic game. But she was still beautiful and he felt a thrill from admiring her.But that's what it was, he realized. Admiration. Appreciation. Not just a cheap thrill of the new or the. " I leaned against her fragrant and soft body as she helped me up, and with her arms around my waist, led me into the shower. She ran a warm shower and soaped me from head to foot, taking special care to wash my rock-hard penis and balls. "Don't get my hair wet". she admonished. She soaped herself up with one hand, saying, "I want to freshen up, too." We stepped out of the shower, and she toweled me off, then said, "Damn...I want to give you a robe, but don't have a man's version - oh hell,. Then when they thought we wereold enough to live on our own and raise you by ourselves, they gave usour own house." The one on Maple Street?" Yes. Of course by then your dad was already dressing whenever he couldbut we tried to keep it from you because we thought you would getconfused. Then Frankie and his family moved next door and when we knewyou were playing dress up with him we knew it would only be a matter oftime before you became the lovely creature you are now. It took a lotlonger than.