I owed my sister, big time.The end of the part found me sitting back in my lounger, Carla on my lap, and her lips on mine. Her kisses were driving me ...wild, the soft touch of her lips, the warm, wet caresses of her tongue against mine, were unlike anything I had ever experienced before.We didn’t go any further, but I was happy just to make out with her, to hold her and kiss her. I felt like I could spend an eternity doing just that.When it was time to leave, she walked me out to Becky’s car, her. ‘There’s something about being with him that’s so much fun. So uplifting. He’s been my best friend … my best male friend, that is. He’s really going full court press to get me to move out to San Francisco. I was really thinking about doing it. Until now, he’s the only man who has treated me as if I’m the woman of all women.’ She looked at me quizzically and asked, ‘San Francisco? Really? That would be awesome! There’s so much to do and see in the art world. You could really rack up some great. Lets not go home yet…..lets party.’ Misha grabbed her and turned her around, facing back towards where he had parked the car. They had stayed at the bar-restaurant for the last three hours, with the two girls getting more and more drunk, picking up a collection of people who had joined them that Richard and Benjamin knew, until a small impromptu welcoming party to England had erupted with much laughter and the drinks flowing all around, and Suzanne who was in her element putting on a loud. On her hands and knees she crawled to the middle of the bed and turned to lie on her back. She slid down until her toes were touching the bed board at the bottom and then reached her arms above her head.“Look David, I can’t even touch the top and I am 5’ 4”. Its huge.” She stayed stretched out like that trying to touch the head board and caused me to catch my breath and to have to hold the bedpost for support.Stretched out, her top tightened across her chest and rode up her midriff. I was given.