. and getting better every second ... my ... umm ... doesn't care she's my sister, no more than I care you're married to my dad ... I get hard ... I'l...l get hard ... it's part of growing."This was my two past lives speaking ... the teen was turning red and trying to conceal the rampant member ... three of me in this body was getting crowded. My old brain knew what was going on ... my young body couldn't stop it ... didn't want to stop it ... couldn't wait to sink that pole into warm hot soft. Her breasts were OK, but she would have preferred them to be a little larger. Janet's hips were wide, and she thought that in twenty years she would have hips just like her mother. She seldom dated, a ritual going back to her high school days. It wasn't that Janet didn't like boys, she did, but they just seemed to ignore her, not the kind of a girl to show off to your friends or take home to mother.No, Janet had her own special sex life and she used these mountain excursions for her own. Without overdoing it to the point of being disingenuous, he let her know in no uncertain terms she had done a much better job than he could have and he was confident Debbie was in the hands of a competent professional. This small act of kindness, Mark told Debbie, was the truth and no great importance should be placed on it, seemed to elevate him in Kiki's eyes from head of household deserving of respect to that of minor god. It pleased Debbie that her son could do such a thing without. The door of the police car opened and an officer got out and approached the car, she was holding a flashlight in one hand and had her other hand on her holster. When she got next to the car she motioned me to roll my window down. I complied.She shined her flashlight in the car and asked for my driver's license. "You were weaving a little bit and we need to check you out sweetie."I handed her my license. She did a double take when she looked at it and she looked back at me. "Well, Charles, it is.