He raised back up, lifting my hips until I was on my knees with my forearms and head on the mattress. He pulled out as if he was going to continue the... slow pace but surprised me with a hard slam, his hands moving to my hips and starting to pump fast and hard. “Touch yourself,” was his next instruction. Balancing on one arm, I reached back and rubbed my clit hard, quickly feeling myself heading towards an orgasm. But I wanted something I’d not got the night before, I wanted him to come in my. . the joy it brought him just to be near her. Missed her laughter and her squeals of pleasure when she came. Missed her. Ached for her.The statuette ended up on the pillow next to him that night when he drifted off to sleep. Somehow, it felt like it belonged there. And he had such vivid dreams. He was making love to Brenda. She was stretched full length on top of him, and he relished the feel of her 260 pounds enveloping him in her yielding, fleshy warmth, grinding him deeply into the mattress.. I thought I was truly going to shoot my load there and then. Somehow I pulled myself together and managed to whisper, “What are we doing? If someone walks in we are totally bust and in huge trouble?” “Just checking to see if I’d won the dare!”, she guardedly replied. What was she thinking, I asked myself. But suddenly the sound of those dreaded footsteps approaching from the passage changed everything. I panicked. But little sister had it all well rehearsed. She smartly swung her legs around. Lovely. HR taking care of its own. I'd seen this tactic in other places and under other conditions. Put somebody instantly on the defensive, then watch them squirm, especially when the accused person has to try to prove a negative, which is damn hard to do. How could I prove that I hadn't leered at Sarah Nesbitt? Sexual harassment laws are written so that if a woman claims to have been sexually harassed, the claim is virtually as good as proof. I knew that the worst thing I could do was start.