But she lowered the cloth there, and raised it to expose most of the other breast instead. My eyes flickered to hers and I realized she was watching m...e, seeing how I responded to what she was doing.So I found the patience, somewhere, to just enjoy the show.When the shirt was finally above her breasts, I let out a long sigh. I didn’t do it on purpose. I had just been holding my breath and finally let it out. She smiled, and pulled the shirt over her head quickly. When it hit the floor, I. She was hot though and I had to get rid of this erection, fast, before someone noticed. I snuck a hand underneath the table and played with the light fabric of my boxers to try and move my erection out of the way, it was no use, and I was going to have to move quickly.‘I’m getting a drink of water’ I exclaimed as I stood up, holding my empty glass in front of my crotch. As I stood up from the table and pushed my chair back, I was sure a faint smile flickered across my sister’s face. “Did she. "They had ambushed us at the mouth of an alley; I guess that was where they had been hiding waiting for us to go by. Anyway, they were not too gentle as they pushed us into the alley and tried to look very threatening. Well, I'm not one to keep my mouth closed when there is an opportunity to put my foot in it. "What's the matter, Wyson? Have we cut into your rape opportunities?"I shouldn't have said that because we had no more than a vague suspicion that Bill Wyson was one of the rapists, but. Jeffrey said he is a Stanford grad and that he lives in Palo Alto, California. My mom went to Stanford and a couple of her siblings and a bunch of my cousins live in Palo Alto, so i know the city like the back of my hand. We talked and talked about all of that and hardly watched the races. When the races were over we exchanged cell numbers and went our separate ways.The next afternoon, Jeffrey called me and invited me to dinner at the local Chinese restaurant. I was really hoping that he would.