I felt so embarrassed because I couldn't help but feel excited by the sex from the book."I bet it make you feel excited." She continued to tease me.I ...ouldn't look her in the face, I felt so guilty."Did you touch yourself?" She teased.My face felt like it was on fire. I was blushing so hard."Oh my god! You did! Didn't you?" No!" I protested."Come on tell me the truth."I just nodded."Yea me too" she quietly said.I looked up at her and saw she was pleasantly smiling at me."I found my brother's. . Ye-es..Uh,” I groaned out. “So...uh... uh... Good.”“Fuck yeah, take it slut!” He said loudly as he picked up his pace. I felt even more pleasure. It was even too intense. Each time he went in or out I let out a high pitched grunt. It felt as good as I have ever felt; more intense than an orgasm and lasting for minutes as he gradually increased his pace. The only way I can describe it is what velvet must feel like when its rubbed if it had a nervous system. And it was happening from my thighs. When he first heard her voice, Bart was concerned that he wouldn’t be able to carry on a conversation with the enchanting woman. But it was as if they had never parted. It was like when he was talking with her on the boardwalk last summer when he had just taken a shot at flirting with her, where he found that their minds fit like fingers in a glove. “I wish I had never talked with you about those women Aggie, you are NOTHING like them. You’re exciting and caring...”“You’re just saying that. "Hannah said, "Baby and I have to go help our friend, so I can't help Laila this afternoon."I saw a good answer to that, so I shrugged, and said, "Your choice, your action, your consequences, your responsibility."Hannah helpfully asked, "What do you mean?" I'll use you as my example, Hannah. It's your choice whether to help your friend or Laila. You can't do both, so you have to choose. Your choice leads to whatever action you take, obviously. Your action will have consequences. If you don't.