But at the same time she was turned on as well. And she knew my condition as did Jesse. So she did what she thought she should do.“Yes you may JJ. I... love you,” Nicole replied as she put my hand onto her tits.“I love you too Nicole. Jesse and you are the two best sisters in the world,” I replied.Then she leaned in for a kiss on the cheek.“Well thank you. You are a good brother too. You always say thank you and are polite in every way possible. But you really like feeling my boobs?” Nicole. I sat and yakked with Hector while I waited.Hector Calis was a good man. He worked hard and took excellent care of his family. Hector and I had a friendly relationship based on mutual respect, once he learned that I wasn’t all about getting into his daughters’ pantaloons.I steered our conversation around to the deepening rift between the Mexicans and Anglos of El Paso. Hector put the blame squarely on Charles Howard. According to Hector, Howard and his bunch of Missouri cronies had imported all. “Oh God, mom,” he cried in an agony of embarrassment, trying to cover himself. “I’m soo sorry!”My heart melted for him and I ran to the bed.“Oh Trent,” I said, “You have nothing to apologise for. I should never have walked in.” I looked him full in the eyes before adding, “Trust me – I know the feeling.”That brought a smile to his young face.“Yeah… I guess you do, mom,” he replied, his hands still covering that which unaccountably I wished he wasn’t!Realising then, of course, that he had. And the feeling was growing; it wasalmost a feeling of excited anticipation. Anticipationof what I wasn’t sure!One particular morning, whilst sharing coffee and chat,seemed to be the turning point. The sun was shining andthe kids were running in and out of the garden.Caroline’s twin tub was slogging its heart out with thepressure of the family’s wash day. So hard was itworking that it began its weekly dance across thekitchen floor. With laughing eyes Caroline shouted to me to.