.." His voice drifted softly away beneath his gaze."Uh..." I looked away, finding my bar towel."You're a beautiful young woman, Ivy." He drank his sho...t, grimacing in the mirror as I watched. "Good bartender too." Thanks." I wasn't sure what else to say. Most guys are easy to talk to, or easy to ignore, but not him."Who are you?" He caught my look as I refilled his glass. "I mean, when you're not here. Who are you, Ivy?"I shrugged and smiled weakly. "I'm still me." You're not a bartender all the. Janie's pussy moistened as she allowed her friend to suck. But soon she removed Carrie's mouth from her tit and pushed the head back down on the bed. She lay down next to Carrie and they kissed, kisses that had once been pecks on cheeks now fastened onto lips. The kiss lasted longer than any they had ever had with one of their high school boy friends. Then quietly the kiss instinctively morphed into a duel of tongues, eyes closed, soft humming moans the new sound.As one, they parted, jumping. His perceived pseudo heterosexuality was all he felthe had left and he didn't want to lose it.Joe was now laying on his side looking at a centerfold of a blond womanin a library naked except for a pair of stockings, and he was startingto play with his right breast as he looked. That was when he wasstartled out of his reverie by the phone ringing. The magazines wereknocked to the floor and he realized his shirt was now up over hisbreasts. He pulled it down and picked up the phone, "Uh, Yeah,. So I French-kissed my cousin Kana for the next almost half hour but kept my hands on the outside of her arms, high-school dance style. I was dying to run my hands up and down the front of her school girl blouse or maybe slide them up her skirt. But no, this was my beloved cousin, I couldn’t, even if I did constantly get a hard-on every time I thought of her, and thought of her every time I jerked off. I got through that hour somehow and acted like a gentleman, but I have no idea how I managed.