I'd be "that guy" fucking around with teenagers, and I'd never live it down.And here I was, standing with Miranda against the wall, pushing against he..., my dick hard, her panties and bra turning me on immensely. And I couldn't stop. I picked her up, and I carried her upstairs to my bedroom. Laid her on my bed, and I moved up on top of her.We were laying there, kissing passionately, touching each other, and moving around. And I couldn't stop my hands from wandering. It didn't take long until her. ‘Megan, I want the amazing woman I married. Where the fuck did she go?’ ‘She’s exhausted and cranky from cleaning up all the shit you leave around the house.’ She felt a surge of satisfaction, which was quickly followed by a feeling of guilt, and then annoyance at feeling guilty. ‘Hold on Megan.’ Dr. Esmer wasn’t letting her follow up. ‘I also want Eric to tell us what is strong in your marriage.’ ‘Right now, nothing.’ His lips twitched after he spoke, like he was flinching from his own words.. I was getting various thoughts about my sister and for some short time I forgot that she is my sister and was imagining her in a way a brother should never imagine his sister. Thinking of this I lied in the bed. There were few cloths spread in the bed, thought they were washed and I just moved them to one end and lied 8 hours of journey through train made me feel a bit tired so without any control.I got a quick nap but I failed to tie the lungi so tight before I slept. Moments later my sister. I disregarded Dale's order to tell Jordan it was none of his business. I must have talked for an hour, relating how I had taken over the runner job for Carter, chased down work crews per Dale's instructions and how I had been confronted my Douglas and his friends. "We were all tired. The guys had worked two shifts outside. I don't blame them for not wanting to take another turn at shoveling," I ended my description of what happened."What do you mean about being tired? Had you shoveled snow.