Whenever Barbara stays over Mom tells me to not bother my sister.Just because Beth has a steady girlfriend does not mean Beth and I have given up our ...un. Beth and I have perfected our routine when we go to bed together after Mom goes to work. Sometimes we did it in the afternoon if it was a school day and we didn’t have time in the morning. I would lick her until she had an orgasm and then she would jerk me off. Then a shower and a pleasant fifteen minutes getting our backs washed. Beth didn’t. Soon it is clear that she has spotted me watching her and she looks straight at me and smiles. I smile back as she uncrossed her legs and sits with them a little bit further apart than usual. I begin to stare as she opens them a little further and I can see all the way to the top of her thighs. She is definitely wearing pantyhose not stockings and I think she has panties over the top. She gets up and goes to the ladies. I sit and finish my drink and wait for her to come back. She returns from. Being the brazen, cocky, and smug hockey player I am I pipe up, "Holy shit, if all the coffee shops greet their customers with an ass like that I am sold on this place."Much to my pleasure the person connect to the sculpted piece of art stood up and before me was a strawberry blonde beauty staring me straight in the eye. Her hair was the middle of her back, waved, and cascading down off her shoulders like a Celtic goddess. Her breasts though only slightly on the small side at a 'B' cup were. He had been flippant when he spoke with Laura, but her reaction had been like an icy douche. No humour there, but fear that tweaked his journalist buttons. There was a story here! They are no joke, she whispered hoarsely, and was gone. The car was close. A limousine, tinted windows. Wealth. Anonymity. He took a deep breath as it sighed to a halt before him. The rear door swung open and he stooped to enter. She sat, or rather reclined, in the far corner of the lounge and he could not restrain a.