Our lips broke apart and Marge got out of the car. She was the most gorgeous girl in school, she was my sister, and she was all mine. I got out and re...trieved a blanket from the trunk, spreading it out on the grass. There we lay, underneath the stars, and the moon, their light making everything glow with vibrant energy. Marge got on her knees, crossing her arms in front of her and lifting her shirt over her head, and gently dropping it to her side. She wasn't wearing a bra that night, almost. She was leaning back in the sudsy water keeping her curls out of the water and smoking one of those Mexican cigars that tended to make one feel like they were walking on a cloud.Shortly before she had woken up from a deep sleep, I had suffered a bad coughing spell that brought a supply of red-tinged residue from my damaged lungs. I was generally able to control my coughing spells now because of the dry air out here in the great Southwest and I put it down to drinking too much of the local. Do you guys know each other, then?” Ian said, weakly.Nancy and Betsy just stood, staring at each other in silence, Betsy turning bright crimson in embarrassment, while Nancy’s eyes flicked from Betsy up to Danny, and her fury seemed flecked with hurt. Finally Danny spoke, weakly.“Uh, Nancy and I used to ... date.”“Ah,” Ian said, a grin frozen on his face. He could tell from the tension in the room that there was more to it than that. Quite a bit more, almost certainly.(And indeed there was.. Pulling over just a short distance ahead of where she stood, he could see in the rear view mirror she was more than he could have hoped for. Hot body, short cut off jean shorts and a V neck white T, with a bra barely containing her young firm breasts. Couldn't be more than 18 years old, if that. She runs up to the passenger side door to find a young good looking guy in his late 20s, early 30s to her estimation. He looked nice, harmless enough. "Ya need a ride? Where ya heading?" He asked. "My.