We made small talk while our hands made contact. Smith continued rubbing Little’s shoulders. Jenna’s hands massaged my thighs and every once in aw...ile my pussy. The bubbles hid our roving hands. I tried to remain calm in front of my sister. We’d partied together often in our college days but I’d never done anything too sexual in front of her. Little didn’t seem to notice anything but Smith’s hands. Every once in awhile they slipped down over her hard nipples and that’s usually when Jenna’s. She was regressing to that girl Dave met almost a year ago.At the club, it was getting harder to focus on her job, seeing the beer and the booze all the time ... she kept thinking about the past when she got drunk or high, she felt herself weakening."Hey there Nancy, what's got you down, girl? You've been moping for a while." Bobby Diangelo asked."Awwh, Bobby I really don't want to talk about it." You having trouble with that boyfriend of yours, I'll take care of him if you want." he jokingly. She quickly found the matching panties and slid them over her slender legs. She put her blouse and skirt on, then admired herself in the mirror. She thought, “that does look sexy. I think Julie will like this.” She found her black silk stockings and slowly put them on, and finished off by putting on her new white leather high heeled boots. They had 5 inch heels and came up to just below her knees. She examined herself in the mirror one last time. “That looks very good,” she thought.She picked. I poked and prodded at her, causing her to squirm on the bed, giggling helplessly as I tickled her.She moved her left hand slowly, not to prevent my hands from tickling her, but towards my body. She reached and found my knee, and moved her hand up my leg, searching for my boxers.I knew Aimee's intentions, and I thought for a moment. I playfully pushed her hand away, and she slowly moved it back. I started to tickle her in earnest and Aimee was forced to move her hand back to her own body to try.