There was a line of blue tape separating the two sides of the room. The only thing that crossed this line was a small black bean bag which we shared. ...he only other parts of the apartment we shared were obviously the kitchen and the bathroom.As far as siblings went we were close and loving. Often we talked for long hours into the night without any rivalry, especially since our parents were overseas. We had both inherited my father’s small stature and smooth skin. I was short for a boy, and. The two girls stretched out, facing opposite directions, and began to sixty-nine. They did it lying on their flanks, to begin with. Then they took turns getting on top. It was nice, but it wasn't as good as Rachel had supposed. For one thing it was hard to know which end of the act to concentrate on. Her mind jumped back and forth between the thrill in her pussy and the tingling in her tongue. She figured it had been better to take turns sucking each other off than to do it this way. Still,. ‘You look lost.’ she said. ‘I do?’ ‘Where you headed?’ ‘I was just deciding that now.’ The driver got out of her truck and walked in my direction. It appeared as if a brilliant halo of light surrounded her. She was absolutely perfect, and the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She had a radiant smile, shoulder-length auburn hair, green eyes, a smooth tan complexion, and a perfect figure highlighted by a tank top and tight jeans. I noticed all that, but it was her voice that struck every. She made my heart throb, all right. Unfortunately, the reverse seemed not to be the case. She didn't even know who I was and nonchalantly brushed off my feeble efforts to approach her. It was a damn good thing I didn't need to ask her for the the time of day, because she likely wouldn't have given it to me.Why then, did I attend the thirty-fifth anniversary class reunion? Partly out of morbid curiosity and, who knows, I might just get some satisfaction for all the slights I had endured from my.