I still get horny now thinking about what happened next, but she sat down on the arm of his armchair and slowly kissed Tom’s lips letting her breast...s dangle freely as he reached up and cupped them in his hands. After a few minutes of prolonged French style kissing his hand had now wandered down towards the region of her thighs and inch by inch he worked himself up in-between her thighs. Only guys who have experienced this first hand may understand, but I felt completely powerless, distant yet. "You expect me to keep this from my best friend?" She asked."Yeah I do, you're my s*ster and I trust you with this as your s*ster."Sam groaned and shifted in the beanbag chair. She started pushing buttons on her phone again."You can't tell Freddie either." Melanie added.Sam looked up and started erasing the text she was writing and groaned again. "So I can't tell anyone?" I will tell everyone soon, okay?" So… do you currently have a… girlfriend?" Sam asked."No." You like anyone?" Yeah." Who?" I. Wilson, I’m Detective Armstrong,” he said reaching out his hand to me as he nodded to my wife, “Mrs. Wilson.” I reached out my hand and took his, somehow drawing a bit of strength from his firm handshake. Not noticing my other daughter standing behind my wife he continued talking, “They aren’t quite ready for you yet but I have somewhere you can go and sit down.” We followed him down the corridor and through a set of double doors. Once away from the commotion of the emergency room the building. No more books to read... Nothing on TV tonight... Maybe I can get Lis to come over... We could play some cards or go to a movie or something - anything as long as I can be close to her. I just wish I could tell her how I really feel about her... (Before she could complete the thought, the phone rings.)"Hello?"It's Lis! - "Hey Lis, What's up?" - Talk about timing!Hot date? It can't be her boyfriend, she'd never be that excited about it if it was... and that SOB'd kill her if it was anyone.