It was easier to concentrate on the swirling white froth of milk than it was to consider what I was getting myself into. I hoped that she wouldn't be ...ble to find it. There was a part of me that didn't want to go any further with this idea but there was also that selfish bit that did. It was that fraction of desire that was playing havoc with my emotions; wetting my pussy lips and instilling butterflies in my stomach as if this was a first love, new and innocent. My clit throbbed away as my. Well, we live in different directions anyway. I'll just call a cab." I don't understand. Why doesn't your husband come get you? I know if I had someone as lovely as you out at night I would come flying to you. As a matter of fact," Dan continued, laying on the charm, "I wouldn't let you out by yourself at all." Oh he's keeping out daughter tonight. I could have got my mom and dad to do it, but he wanted to spend some time with her." Well then, let me take you home," offered Dan. He considered. Uhhh... YES!" As Bridget exclaimed her approval, she threw her head back, her hair flipping backwards. Her eyes locked with Allie's; that's when the teenaged voyeur realized she'd some how unsnapped her jeans and thrust a hand down her pants. Her panties were soaked completely through. Her other hand was under her shirt pawing at the breast she'd pulled from the bra cup. Bridget smiled, licked her lips and winked. She placed a hand under her boob and lifted it, as though offering it to Allie.. "Next time, Auntie," I murmured during the afterglow, "I'll make you wait for hours before we do it. I promise." I have a confession to make," Samantha said. "You've made a mistake. I'm not your mother's half-sister."I pulled my head back and fixed her with a steady stare."You said you were." No, you said I was. You said your father told you your mother had a half-sister. I simply didn't correct you." Is this some kind of sick joke?" I demanded angrily, feeling the wonderful glow from our.