I now had Joan on one side and Shelly on the other – both my women were naked as was normal for the household. As I was enjoying my coffee so two pa...irs of hands started encouraging Mister B to erection. Joan leant across and we kissed whilst I felt Shelly slink down under the covers and then her mouth take Mister B and provide additional stimulus.I was enjoying this attention when Brad, equally bleary eyed, popped his head around the door of our bedroom. When he saw what was taking place – it. " Ah, Bill, huh?" Yeah." Little brother, there's no spark between us, and not just on my part." The day we met him..." That doesn't count. That was surface attraction. I did the right thing by moving slowly with Bill. I like him. I admire him for the professional he is, for his talent, but... well, he's no James, Brent." She sighed. "Or you."Instead of patting my hand, she gave it an affectionate squeeze. "The two of you raised the bar, and I can't have either or you, you because you are my. She decided to leave no DNA trail and that meant that she peed into the wet suit. Yuck.That was the reaction of a classical pianist to the situation; her training in the IDF / Mossad hadn’t covered this kind of situation. She wasn’t a forensic scientist, all she knew about DNA identification came from CSI and NCIS, where they performed TV-miracles. In the real world, urine would disappear into the swamp water very quickly, but she didn’t know that.As daylight broke over the swamp, a light blue,. Have you been to Starved Rock state park?" she asked."Sure, I've been there." Why don't we meet there Saturday morning. That's about half way between you and me. We can meet by the big fireplace in the club house." That would be great," I said, "but how will I know you?" I have a pair of red, corduroy pants," she said with a little chuckle, "you can't miss them. Could you be there about nine o'clock?"About seven-thirty Saturday morning I threw a camera in the seat of my car and started out for.