Most times she would often fantasize about pouncing on him right there in the office and tearing off his clothes, and then impaling herself on his ext...remely hard youthful cock. By the time she got to the point of riding him hard and rough, her pussy would be so dripping wet that her panties would have soaked through. Nothing short of a quick trip to her en suite bathroom in the company of her loyal vibrator which she kept in her desk drawer was ever enough to address the ache in her soaking wet. I started out as a bit of a sob and worked it way up to full bore cry."How could I do that do myself?" It's Ok Jenny. I stopped you from hurting yourself then and I will not let that happen again."She turned and buried her face into my chest crying. I knew that she still hadn't fully come to grips with her suicide attempt. I didn't think that she had forgiven herself for that yet. After a few minutes, I she calmed down some."Jenny, talk to me love. How is this place bothering you? I know you. When I kissed Lynn it felt special. She didn't let go. God, what was wrong with me?After graduation I started work as a computer programmer in a local firm here near my home in Ohio. I was good and knew my shit. It wasn't long before I began making a good living. I never kept track of my old Michigan friends, that was a closed book in my life.I often wondered what had happened to Lynn. What could have been. I was now dating Carol, a woman I met while servicing a customer. She was nice looking. I shook my head. Jill and I had gone far enough. No way was I going to fuck my sister."Please fuck me," Jill begged again."Not tonight," I said with a level gaze at Steve and Linda. They wanted to draw line between us? Fine, I'd draw a line, too. "I like that," Steve said. "A man with self-control." You know it," I agreed."Are you going to save yourself for tomorrow?" he asked."At least until we get back to our room," I said, reaching for my clothes. Fuck this. I didn't come here to have sex.