..well, it helped me feel connected with her in some small way. Even though we were no longer communicating the way we used to, it felt like I was st...ll a part of her life. I got an immense thrill from watching her wearing something that I purchased for her, and in my own inner mind, I felt that she was thankful and was thinking of me whenever something arrived for her from the wishlist that I had purchased. I felt close to her in a way I hadn't before, and it felt nice. I masturbated to. " But I don't do that now!" I protested."No, maybe Jill remembers you from tenth grade. Or maybe she's just making this up on her own. Maybe she doesn't even try to imitate her big brother any more. God, she makes me so mad. She's going to ruin the play for everyone." Because she can't sing?" I ventured tentatively."She can sing fine," Jeanne suddenly deflated. "I can sing better, but she can sing fine. She's just not part of the cast, you know? Maybe you could, like, talk to her?" I can talk. Her aunt engaged her in idle chit chat all the way on the long ride to theranch getting all the latest news on her old friends and family and fillingJennifer in on how wonderful life at the ranch was. She had a wonderful jobthat she loved working a small local hospital. It was under staffed and shehad to frequently work multiple shifts but it was the happiest she had everbeen. At the ranch they showed Jennifer her room and left her to unpack andrest up before dinner. She looked around the small. I thought I was dreaming as I felt a hand cup my breast. As I gradually come out of the slumber of sleep, I feel a tug at my nipple as it becomes hard between your teeth. The pleasure from it pulses through me down my spine and to the core of my womanhood. I moan from the feeling you bring to me and brush my fingers in your hair. Harder and harder you tug at one nipple then the other as passion builds up quickly making me wet and swollen from wanting you inside me once again. I separate my legs.