"It's not fair that Emma can sleep with you almost any night she wants and it's no problem. But now that school has started and my brother is home and... you have practice, when do I get to?"Kyle decided to make light of the complaint. Mimicking a character on a television horror show, he covered his mouth a little so as to change his voice and said, "Vell, vhat do you think doctor? The patient is in obvious need of some sort of penetration. Perhaps ve should surgically remove the necessary device. They traded places, hungry to touch every piece of exposed flesh. His hands roamed up her back to her neck and through her hair, then down over her encased breasts to her hips. Slowly……painfully slow…..his hands began a decent past her waist…..to her stocking clad legs at the hem of her short skirt. She wondered if he would….then he did. Bob began allowing his hands to creep beneath her skirt over the tops of her stockings, feeling her garters. He looked into her eyes – gauging her. “Well, that was fucking awkward.”, she giggled. “Yes, it was painful to watch. And oh, by the way. Your cousin still wants to feel you up.”, I laughed. “Yea, I did notice him staring a bit. But you’re the only one gets to feel me up.”, she winked, smiling. As if by a bad *********** that somehow never changes about thirty minutes later Mark Boudreaux and his parents showed in the rear yard. At this point there was absolutely no doubt this was going to be a shit show. Of course, with Chrissy and. At the beginning of what I thought was the pre-dawn twilight, I looked at my watch. It was 6:42 AM, thirty-two minutes before sunrise. Abby and I had been keeping an excellent pace, pausing only for brief five-minute rest stops. I looked up ahead at our trail and thought it was the perfect time for a real break."Abby, let's rest here, have some breakfast. We'll start up again in an hour." Sounds good to me!" She unslung her pack and set it by her feet. "Why such a nice break?" Oh, a couple of.