I like that. As you can imagine I was quite wet already. So I looked at her and asked if I could touch myself, to which she replied with just a quick ...nod. I put my hand down my towel and started touching myself while she was still squeezing and massaging my tits. For the first time she didn't follow my lead though. I asked her if she wanted to touch herself and she shook her head. I asked if she wanted to watch and she softly smiled and nodded. I continued fingering myself.And she finaly said. The reality was a whole lot different. There’s no front desk with a hunky clerk behind it, no wall of pictures like Adriana and Tanya saw Michelle’s picture posted on. And most of all, the nice clean interior with a stage, pole, and flickering lighting with a big crowd aren’t there, either.There is a stage, more like a big, upside-down box, maybe five feet by ten feet, and dusty-looking, dim lights with about a dozen or so people sitting around at formica covered, metal tables.; not exactly the. I grabbed Brandon's hand and helped him with his gear and led him to the house."What was that all about?" Brandon asked."Well, it's a bit complicated, Bran, but we'll talk inside."He squeezed my hand in acknowledgement. I certainly wasn't trying to hide anything from him, but I just didn't have the time, or the guts to tell him that my brother and I had crossed over that sibling line. As we entered the house, Mikey went directly to the kitchen and Brandon and I started up the stairs to my. .. we should be back by early afternoon. Think you can be done early enough to get here by four or four thirty? If we leave any later, there'll be no parking spot left between the Bay Bridge and the Golden Gate." I can do that," I reply. "Piece of cake."I give myself a quick cat wash in the sink of Nicole's bathroom and get dressed in my clothes from last night. My change of clothes is still neatly packed in the travel bag resting on the back seat of the rental Blazer in front of the house. The.