They both watched as her nipples seemed to harden further. "There's just one thing left to check, Mrs. Stephens," he murmured. "Do NOT move your arms ...without permission." He let go of her hands and she kept them above her head. She closed her eyes and bit her lip, knowing what he was going to find under her skirt. She had followed his instructions to the letter. His hands grazed her hips as he gathered the fabric of her skirt in them and slowly tugged it up. He bunched the fabric around her. ”“So you say.”The bickering went on for another week. Dad and I would shake our heads and kept a low profile. Neither of us was going to get in between the two sisters and get blamed again. Dad tried, and Aunt Lois accused him of not being able to control his wife; he was pussy whipped and a few other things until mom came to dad’s defense, and they started in on each other again.Another week went by, and mom and Aunt Lois stopped talking to each other altogether. Dad and I found plenty of. I’ve got your favorite pizza in here.” Jeri bounded into the kitchen eager to get food into a young man she couldn’t have loved more had she given birth to him. Heather could feel her pupils dilate. The way he stood there staring at her made every nerve ending in her body zing with desire. He was easily six inches taller than her, with her heels on. This put him somewhere around six-foot-five. Lust seemed to ripple through his sun kissed skin. She could just imagine the muscle definition that. She wanted to have a secret relationship with no strings attached which is what I wanted too.She wanted to have someone who can fulfill her sex desires and maintain healthy relationship and can be a friend at the same time without any emotions owing to society and career.She was very open and frank.Initially for first few days we both were chatting to understand each other better and build trust on both sides.After few days of chatting , we exchanged our photo graphs.Once we felt comfortable.