I enjoyed it very much, and grateful that you allowed me to enjoy you the way we did. And to be honest, I hope I am allowed to experience all of your ...pleasures again.I also told her that I hope she did not think that I was the type to just go to bed with every woman I meet, because I don’t. She said she figured that out a while ago, and that she was glad I was her first lover since John. I asked if she had any reservations about what we did? Debbie said absolutely none, and that all she could. We come to the fork: we must make a decision. Be crushed or make a splash. I want to go down below, but you want the sky. We begin our ascent. I huff and puff as I am not as fit as you. You make it look so easy. Not dangerous in the least; maybe only in my mind. I keep pausing to admire your body working.We make it to the top and hear our first claps of thunder. Standing at the top of the rock, facing death is usually breathtaking. Today, it is more so, watching the added storm clouds and. Tina struggled against me, but I held her firmly with both hands gripping her shoulders. As she squirmed, my dick brushed against her abdomen, leaving streaks of pre-cum across her flat belly, just beneath her pierced navel."Let me go, Robbie!" cried my sister, glaring up at me. Her lips pouted angrily. She looked down at my still-hard dick. "And don't touch me with that thing!" I wanna know why you were watching me," I said, shaking her.Tina paled. "I-I wasn't watching!" she proclaimed, but. “My God! What happened to you?”“The Dawsons happened to me ... again!” he replied with a tired grin.“What’s going on?” I asked.“Did you notice the crowds out front, by any chance?”I nodded. There had been a mob scene. In addition there appeared to be a battalion of New York’s Finest trying to maintain some semblance of order and trying to permit some pedestrian traffic to get past the 5th Avenue store.“That’s the Dawsons,” Thompson concluded.“But why in hell do you do it,” I asked, “if it.