Nothing went much further till the night she and the middle sister Cheryl came to stay the night with my wife and I at our house. My wife claimed the ...recliner and Cheryl took the love seat which left Annie and I the couch. I didnt object. Annie nestled in and within the next 20 minutes or so my wife and Cheryl had fallen asleep. I was gently dragging my finger tips along the soft skin of her abdomen and then took the next step to slide my hand up her shirt until it was lying flat on her bare. I didn't want that.It wasn't that I didn't want any dates. Dates would have been fine. But my agenda, concerning dates had changed pretty significantly. Most guys, at least all the guys I knew, went on dates for one reason - to see how far they could get with a girl. If it worked out well (which does not mean they got as far as they wanted to) then they might keep going out with that girl and become a couple. If it didn't work out well (which, oddly enough might mean they got farther than they. I knew it would get better and better as my boobs kept getting bigger and bigger. I knew I was gonna like my boobs getting bigger. It just meant he would be getting more and more sexually attracted to me. And I absolutely loved that honestly. He had leaned back and licked my nipples some more. It tickled as always. And that was something else I think I really missed for awhile. His tongue tickling my nipples gently and not so gently as well. It always felt so damn good either way. But then we. Dating another man, itwas just wrong in William's books, even if he was supposed to be his ownsister now.With a huge sigh, Cynthia exited the stall and headed to the basins. Itwas just her luck but the other middle aged woman exited her stall at justthe same time."Why the big sigh, my dear?" she asked Cynthia. Cynthia was taken aback -talking in the toilets between strangers was taboo with men."Err, well my date isn't working out as I'd hoped," Cynthia said, forcedinto a quick reply."You need.