”“What is that?”“That you introduce yourself to me. My name is Patrick Miller and my friends call me Pat.”The lady started laughing at what ...Pat said and she replied, “My name is Lisa Adams. You can call me whatever you want but most of my friends call me Lisa” and laughed more after she said that.“I have seen the large sign by your office with your name on it when I drive by going that way.”“A business does need to advertise. Here let me give you my card after I write my home address on the. " My pussy tingles at the thought of Debbie with other women. "You know, Sam, if you wanted to be with another woman in a safe environment..." Is she saying what I think she's saying? "Deb..." I start before a sudden urge overwhelms me; I lean and press my lips against Debbie's. Instead of pulling back, Debbie leans into the kiss; it doesn't take long for our mouths to open and our tongues to meet. After a nearly a minute, we both come for air. "I'm sorry Debbie," I blush. "I don't know what. " She pulls up his skirt, flashinghis very pink, very sheer panties at me. "Oh, those are so sexyChrissy, are they your favorites?" No sir." They're not? They would be if they were mine. Speaking of which, dothose panties belong to you Chrissy?" No sir." Well, I know they are not Winter's, her sexy panties would never fityou. Whose panties did you steal?" They are my sister's sir." I see. So, do you wear her panties and clothes often?" No sir." Then how did you come to wear them this. I wasn’t gawking to look at her body for sexual jollies. She was hot but she was my sister after all. Lindsay had a fine body but she was after all my sister and the very hairy retro-seventies bush didn’t do anything for me anyway. I was watching her apply lotion that I had jerked off into only hours earlier all over every part of her body.“Just make sure you put lotion on your face,” I smirked and tried not to make it obvious I was staring at Lindsay’s pussy when she moved to see if I could.