He noticed it was an unwelcome mentality, and unusualfor the time, though the dampening of his spirit could not be denied. Ajutting reminder of such f...ustrations had been the latest invoiceconcerning building at his second property. Hardly his second home, theplace in question sat on the edge of a once well set neighbourhood, thoughthe locality was now rather obscure and decayed; the latter informing hischoice, back then.A small, spartan bungalow with a overgrown back yard and now high. . . it's about time. . . . ,” she says as I hear her bare feet padding down the hall in my direction, “. . . that I finally did this.” Her timing is perfect – as she finishes her statement I see my bare-skinned sister step into the doorway of my bedroom.Even after the cavalcade of suspense, fear, excitement and exhilaration that has both instigated and accompanied our sex-play activities, I am not ready for this.The chills and shivers that enveloped me during that first show-and-tell morning. “I’m sorry Cynthia but with all of the introductions that took place when I first arrived I’m not even sure that I got your name. I assure you that I will never forget it though.” I said.Cynthia smiled at me and said, “I’m sure that you won’t.”With that Cynthia turned around and slipped the robe off her shoulders and let it fall to the ground. As she stood there with her back to me I could see her body, her entire body. All she had on was a tiny string across her waistline with an inch or so. I passed him the bottle of oil. He knelt beside her body and slowly rubbed oil over her chest. His hands lingered over her mounded breasts, gently kneaded them; his fingers massaged her nipples; they hardened to his touch. Lisa looked relaxed as Frank’s hands moved over her body. “Don’t leave me out of the fun” Pam said to me, “I don’t want to get burnt.” I moved from my chair where I had been watching Frank and Lisa and knelt beside Pam. Frank passed me the oil. I took the time to admire.