“Of course!” she said, starting up the ladder stairs. Again I noticed the bottom of her ass exposed, only this time I also noticed the lack of un...derwear. I tried hard not to but a bulge began to form in my pants. I leaned against the wall in an attempt to hide it as she came back down. “I appreciate all the help you are giving me. Just be careful on that ladder.” “Not a problem,” I said, still clinging to the wall. She smiled at me, walking by me with her hand grazing my arm. . Everybody eating out," he added with a chuckle.Cindy's thoughts turned to Uncle Mark, his dark hair, smooth skin and boyish face, and her session with her father two nights ago. She wondered who would be the better lover, her father or her uncle. She glanced at Brad, lustful thoughts running through her mind, licked her lips, and said, "Are you going to exercise that muscle at the gym, or don't they have machines for dick-cercises?"Brad's hard-on sprang to new alertness as he saw his sister's. He came to sit next to her and looked over her shoulder to check the results and maybe adjust the curve, but there were other curves distracting his attention. His eyes fought to stay on the laptop screen, but they drifted to the ample display of cleavage revealed by his wife's low-necked tank-top.Her breasts were up and firm, yet there were no bra lines visible. He considered that there might be some kind of built-in bra.He was supposed to be concentrating on the grades, but there were other. “Well, the least I can do is buy you a drink then. Same again?” I askedShe looked at me as if trying to guess an ulterior motive but then smiled, winked and said. “I never take a drink off a man whose name I don’t know.”I smiled back. “Well in that case my name is Neil.”“Well Neil, I’ll have a vodka and tonic, no ice please.” she said, again flashing a smile at me as she spoke. I beckoned the barman over. “Vodka and tonic, no ice for the lady and I’ll have a Southern Comfort and lemonade.