More muscular than she expected. Her mind flashed back to the previous evening again. The heat. The intoxicating passion. Then to Brett's smile every ...time he saw her. The one he couldn't disguise, its meaning glossed over on so many occasions by her overloaded brain. It was the look she was now convinced gave away how he really felt. The fact he hadn't recoiled from her touch added further credence.She imagined him standing there in his underwear and T-shirt while she stroked his leg. His. When i was 16 i came to know that she was pregnant,she came to our house then as she lost her parents recently and she was the only c***d so we asked her to stay with us till she was emotionally stable. but she had a miscarriage at her 4th month and went into depression. at that time i was emotionally attached to her and she considered me as her younger brother. she stayed with us for a whole year before she moved on with mama to vizak.. and i was like feeling lonely but at the same time i was. “Good” I said to her and walked to where I had left the tumbler and water earlier.“On your knees and face me and you can have some water” I told her.Her upper body was sweaty from the exertions of trying to avoid the prod as she knelt facing me. I poured the water into the clear tumbler half way up and returned to the entrance of the cage masturbating mself as I did so. I looked at her kneeling there and I wanked myself harder and as I climaxed I lifted the tumbler to my cock tip and my cum. ....yet.” Smiling at that remark, I clean the table off and go to dress so we can do some shopping. When I returned to the kitchen, I see that she’s done the dishes and put everything away. Now she’s busy making a list for getting groceries. She looks up, seeing me; she smiles and finishes her list. “All done and ready to go when you are.” We head out to the car and off down the road. The rain is fairly heavy, so it’s slow going. Sandy reached out to gently rub my leg. The supermarket wasn’t.