This can be a win-win situation having me stay here and write and we can hang out. You'll like it. I know you will.” “ I doubt that will happen. ...ow, tell me what happens.” I wondered if I should make the story really hot and get Angelo even more turned on and then stop, or should I keep it suspenseful, making him more and more curious so that he had to wait until the next night to find out what happens. If it's too hot, would I be able to resist his actions, would I be testing myself by. Red, on the other hand, hiked her skirt up and rolled the waist band shortening her skirt until her shapely legs popped. Damn I wanted them, but they had plans, they were hunting. Their pheromones were in high gear. Every man they passed turned and checked them out. They were walking arm in arm and giggling and even kissing off and on. They entered the bar and headed for the counter. Kitty ordered a Cosmopolitan while Red ordered a white wine before they both started scanning the room. They. We had been inseparable from then on. Our parents and teachers never understood the connection.I told her about growing up poor and living in a small two bedroom apartment, sleeping in the same bed as my sister. I told her of the changes that happened when my father had become suddenly stupendously rich. I told her about my father and mother, how the sudden riches had torn them apart and how I missed them. I told her about Marion, my sister. I told the sleeping girl how proud I was that Marion. My hands were in my lap containing my excitement for the moment. She told me to hop on to the exam table and asked me a few questions - diet, exercise, lifestyle. My hands stayed in front of my crotch as I moved quickly to the exam table. She felt the glands in my neck, checked eyes, ears, nose and throat - unaware that my lower half was fighting a raging hard-on. The stethoscope came out. She placed it on my back and told me to take several deep breaths. The touch of her hand and the.