"Aww, that's what I'd guessed. It's so sweet. You should haveadmitted that earlier, you didn't need to keep me in the dark, Sandy.You can tell me your...plans, hun." Dave practically bounced to the otherside of the room to open the pantry and collect breakfast supplies.Sandra's heart danced. She'd just had a hot lady practically wrap herhead in her braless boobs and then that same hot lady gave her a playfulkiss. Sandra's partially burnt out paranoia that Dave was winning thisflirting game was. When it came in I recognized the cab as a Yellow Cab Company vehicle. I recognized it even on the black and white image. I wasn’t sure what the first clue was, but I did recognize something about it. A second image was even more conclusive. It was an enlarged version of just the cab alone. It even showed the passenger in the back seat. Presumably it would be easy enough to track down the driver.There likely had been several more passengers leaving their prints and DNA in the cab. If the driver. But the surreptitious tit-grabbing while being introduced seemed a bit bold. Right?Seeing how excited Brett was to see his brother, I didn’t react to Trey’s hand on my breast, and I didn’t say anything later, in order to preserve the general mood of the moment. And for the next few days, Trey generally behaved, with only the occasional pat on the ass or lingering hug from behind with his arms pressing against my boobs, so it looked like things would be OK.I wasn’t overly surprised when Trey. I take your hand and escort you to the bedroom, as your knees buckle slightly from the errand my tongue has just performed. Once in the bedroom I bend your quivering body over the bed and run my fingers up your dripping wet pleasure palace. Then, rubbing the head of my cock on your wetness, about to insert just the tip, you turn and insist on tasting your juices from my rock-hard cock. Never one to decline a lady’s wish, I step-back as you crawl towards me, lifting your head to lick my shaft.