My dad left us when I was 2 years old, so I don’t know him that well. Good thing my mother has a high paying job to cover me and my sister’s schoo...l tuition. But that’ll keep her from home from 7: 30 am to 7 pm everyday, except holidays of course.As I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen, I saw my sister Kimberly leaning against the counter eating toast. She wore a light blue sports jumper with matching pants mid-thigh high. She was actually really pretty, but I knew we couldn’t do. She turned and handed him a beer and sliding her hand under her blouse, adjusted her bra strap.“And my bra, I’m always having to adjust it.”Stan stared at her breasts and then swallowed and looked away.Susan experienced a moment of panic.He likes me?“You like Roxanne?”He fell into the sofa and cracked the beer.“I love her.”“So, why don’t you fuck her?” her eyes softened, “she wants to fuck you, a mother knows these things, and last night I gave the both of you carte blanche to fuck each other’s. She was standing in the doorway smiling broadly at him.His memory of her from the day before, had not done her justice. Her enchanting almond-brown eyes glimmered from a wild frame of copper red hair, which cascaded like a free flowing waterfall around her small exquisite shoulders. Debbie had warned him before he had left, that she was the sort of woman who always said exactly what was on her mind; she hated wasting valuable time. Tony greeted her with a smile as he approached the. You notice that it's a little hard for me to keep my eye on the road. You begin to caress your legs. Oh how I wish I could do that. I wish I could caress your legs and feel the smoothness of your legs -- the warmth of your legs as my fingers graze along the length of them. How I wish I could kiss your legs, taste them, bite them. I love feasting on your gorgeous legs.Caressing your legs is pleasing you as well. It's making you feel good, and knowing that I am watching you -- wanting you.