The third choice would be customs and manners of behaviour though this changes much slower than what is in vogue with clothing." You covered all the p...ints I wanted to Mr Congdon. Tell me what you perceive as proper dress." That is a slippery subject. Proper is a vague and misleading word. What I perceive is not necessarily what everyone else will see. I like clean clothes that match so they do not jar the eye. Some clothing, as a whole, suits some people better when complexion, hair colour and. Her smile, lips, blue eyes, and youth were bringing my cock back to life, but first things first, i told myself. I led her back into the sun-room, by now my shuffle had reached motown, and we sat on the wall-bench. I greedily drank my three fingers, with ice, and half of hers, as she leaned forward and I lit the bong for her. Her method was traditional, yet experienced. She waved me off the flame far deeper into the hit than I could've, cleared all three feet of it, leaned back and held it. I. She leaned intomy car and her tits were right in my face. She noticed my rock hard cock and said "you little pervert! Are you jerking off looking at my big tits??" I told her I was. She smiled, stood back a bit and asked if I could give her a ride. I said sure hop in. She told me the address where she was going and told me she would suck my cock as payment for the ride. I agreed. The address was only a few blocks away. She sucked me off as I drove. She was a pretty good little. “I just like being a little affectionate with my loving sis,” Jake replied.“Well I'm not kissing you though,” I said.Then we laughed for a minute. “We'll work on that though,” Jake replied.He finished making me some pancakes and bacon and served me some at the table.“Wow you really love me,” I said.“Well, I'm just welcoming you here and making sure you feel at home,” Jake replied.“OK thanks Jake,” I said.We sat down and ate. After that he gave me a ride to work and I wasn't sure how to feel.