“Sure.” I replied. For some reason I was admiring his tan, smooth hairless body. It was almost like watching a female as I followed him into the k...itchen. “You know Mark, you're a handsome guy. I bet your wife keeps a string on you so you don't stray.” he said. I just laughed as I began to feel knots in my stomach. Scott handed me a beer, grabbed me by the hand and led me into the largest living room I had ever seen. “Have a seat. Relax a bit.” he said as he practically pushed me onto the couch.. I'd had a hopeless crush on her and she didn't know I existed. And since Nicky had gone, I'd certainly missed someone to snuggle up to in bed at night.I didn't say anything to Branca. Life was complicated enough and I didn't want to do anything to disrupt Daphne's training. But, after the Marathon, I thought, maybe she'd like a change of partner.I wasn't sure of what I was going to do at the end of things. I'd been thinking about what might happen after the marathon. Daphne really was a great. She was still sucking the pre-cum stained stocking in her mouth. Her heavy bare breasts fully exposed as they swayed without support. Her nipples brushing against the sheer stocking as it hung down from her mouth and moved against them. Her skirt hiked up high around her waist, her satin black garter belt worn firmly over her sheer panties with her stocking tops now in full view.The stocking tops held up taut and high from the short black metal garter hooks and rubber tabs that secured and. “I don’t care how American schools do things! You. Don’t. Ignore. Your. Sister. That’s how we do things! Now bugger off!” my dear uncle said, poking me in the chest every with every staccato word spoken. I muttered something in the form of “Mhm, yeashure.” And ran back to Lindsay…And my downstairs-outsidey. Kate My name is Kate, not Katie! I get so tired of being treated like a child! It’s always the same thing with Uncle Ron, Colin, and daddy. ‘Katie, be careful!’ ‘Katie, you’re still.