“Okay, okay, let me put on some clothes at least,” I said putting on my maroon underwear.“Okay, hurry, will you?” he said impatiently.“Alrig...ht, come on in then,” I said as I started brushing my teeth.Liam opened the door and stood in front of the shower, looking at me.“Stop gawking, you idiot,” I said looking at him in the mirror.“I’m not gawking, dumbass,” he retorted, “Would you get out already? I want to have a shower.”“So, take the shower,” I said, “I’m not stopping you.”“But, …” he trailed. I gave her enough time and space to go back to sleep before I dared whack it. Even with the pressure off I worried like hell she would tell our parents what I did. Screw never opened an eye. The next morning my sister didn’t start a war or say anything to me or dad about me molesting her while she slept. After couple of hours in her company, I my frayed nerves calmed and I became comfortable around her again. The day passed, I spent much of the time catching and releasing several large. " I'll reserve a table at Sardi's." Yes, I love that place." Twelve o'clock?" Yes, twelve o'clock. Maybe you'd better go now. I guess your husband is waiting for you."Nancy rose up and kissed her. She trembled as she tasted the dark lipstick on the girl's full lips. She briefly ran a palm over one of Libby's full breasts.Libby smiled and pulled away. "Tomorrow. Let's save it all for tomorrow."The next afternoon they met at Sardi's. They chatted awhile, and then Nancy quivered with excitement. She showed up at my apartment looking sensational as ever. Rosita wore a sheer sari and a tikka, a traditional Indian hair accessory, which complemented her diamond earrings beautifully. I loved her tanned toned body and emerald eyes. Rosita was one of the hottest women I had ever laid eyes on. ‘Are you ready?’ she asked excitedly. ‘Yes, let’s go, baby girl!’ I replied. The weather was warm and gorgeous. We raced down the streets of Manhattan in my yellow Corvette C6. I was so excited to be.