. contemplating the fineness of my navel and thinking that maybe ... just maybe ... I might go swimming.Abbie stepped out on the patio ... she looked ...... professional.“There are meals for Friday and Saturday in the Fridge. Your beer cooler is full. Take the clothes out of the washer and swap with the clothes in the dryer, hang the dryer clothes in your closet. Wash the dishes before putting them in the dishwasher. Cut the fucking grass with YOUR fucking mower, the garden is weeded. Clean the. My brother must already be back from the gym. I crept over to the door because I knew what was next. He had been jerking off for a few years now; we had talked about it but that was his private thing. It was curious to me but I never intruded, never even listened. But now, things were different. I had gotten used to hearing about how big it was, but actually feeling how big it is spiked my curiosity. As I listened at the door I could hear the rhythmic, squishy slapping sound he made while. ” Subtle hint, there. “Your fun was just a byproduct.”“Strange.” Picking up subtle hints wasn’t George’s long suit. “I could have sworn you got a little fun out of it, too.”“Moi? Where did you get that idea?” She used her most teasing tone of voice.And he responded to the teasing. “Could it have been when you held my head there? Nah. Could it have been when you gasped? Nah. Must have been when you pulled my hands to your breasts.”“Well, maybe a little fun.”“Yep. It was when you turned me over. It was still an amazing experience, and in the afterglow, we held and kissed each other.From that point on it was open season, we had our version of sex at my place a few more times, including having her spend the night with me, and having the "most passionate sex" she'd ever had after an argument in the morning. We did it in the back seat of my car in an alley after spending the evening at a lesbian bar. We even did it in parks, with me on my knees between her legs as she leaned on a tree, or.