I watch with a hint of amusement in my eyes and you sense more than see me reach for one of the objects lying on the bed next to me. I pick u...p something, but with your head positioned the way it is, you are unsure what it could be. Instead of turning back to you face you, I lean forward propping myself up on one elbow and lay on my side so my head is near your thigh. I reach out with my hand towards your left ankle, and a moment later you feel a sting in the top of your foot. It. Her stomach was flat and her breasts were perfectly round and looked like they would fit perfectly in my hands. Beth’s face was beautiful; her lips were full and inviting to be kissed. She had a pert little nose and big brown eyes that bored into me with a mixture of innocence and lust. Her hair was a wavy rich chocolate brown that I was dying to get my fingers into. I wanted her, but she was my wife’s little sister so that was never going to happen. Sara and Beth could have been twins, only. The thing we’ve talked about on the phone. I feel my breath getting shallow as he puts his hand on my face, leaning toward me. I feel it. I feel his lips touching mine so little that it may not look like a kiss at all, but I feel his bottom lip follow the path of mine. He’s trying to make me work for it. He’s trying to make me crave it. He’s biting, tasting, nibbling on my lips. This is it right here. The time when whispers are allowed. The cliché spine tingling you feel when you haven’t had. I soon found myself sitting in my car, waiting, with a thousand things going through my head. The raw excitement of what I was planning struggled against the guilt as I sat there wondering if I should (or could) really do this when I saw his car go by.This was my moment ... Do I follow him home, as promised, or chicken out?Taking a deep breath, I made my decision and pulled out to follow him.As we drove to his house, the struggle between guilt and excitement continued. This wasn't the first.