"What was that for?" she asks.
"For tickling me," I smile. And because I wanted to touch your sexy ass.
"You enjoyed it," she retorts with a wink. Smiling, she settles back onto the couch and clicks the remote to bring up the guide. She's absolutely correct, of course.
She picks a cop show, glances at me and I nod. We watch in silence but I sense her watching me more than the show. The image of her thonged ass and the feel of her boobs against my arm stay in the forefront of my mind and keep my c**k semi-hard for the rest of the evening.
We spend a fairly uneventful weekend. On Sunday night we have dinner at my parents' house. Mom serves her famous lasagna while dad complains about how much his back aches. After dinner, Rachel offers to give dad a back massage and they head towards the
