Leaning over the counter, she spread her legs and invitedthe invasion of his fingers from the front and back of her. She almost came fromhim massagin... her clit and fingering her pussy. Her pants dropped to the floor andshe stepped out of them. She heard his pants hit the floor and again hands went toher nipples. She felt his hard cock slide between her legs, rubbing between herlips and against her clit. Reaching between her legs she pressed his cock againsther pussy and leaned further back. She’s beautiful and smart. I really want us to be friends. I guess I owe you an apology, too.” “Not me. This is all about Cary, as far as I’m concerned. I’m glad you’re here, though. It will help pass the time while they do their thing.” Andrea’s blonde curls shimmered as she shook her head. “No, you don’t understand. I was serious. If he’s getting laid, I’m getting laid, too. I presume you have some sort of a guest bedroom?” “We do,” I replied, “but, I really wanted this evening to be about. I remember our first Valentine’s together. That tiny apartment filled to overflowing with the passion we shared. You stood in the hallway–awaiting my entrance–wearing nothing more than that wide red ribbon across your eyes, as a blindfold, your wrists bound behind your back in silken restraints. Standing before me, naked as you were, my heart raced at your perfect beauty. It is still etched in my mind. Erotic and languid: hands behind your back, your right foot pointed inward and your right. I don’t want any part of you in my life. And besides, the cabin is not available anyway. My little sister is staying there. End of story.”“Oh, okay… But I mean, it’s a big cabin. It’s easily big enough for two people. And I don’t need much. Can’t you just ask her?”“You want to move in with my little sister? Forget it! Just forget it. I won’t let you near her.”“Come on, Lillian. Your little sister is not that little and innocent. I remember your stories about her. You think she is a psycho! Your.