The ice cubes tinkled against the side of his glass as Don Spaulding leaned forward in his chair to watch his lovely blonde s*ster-in-law finish making up a bed on the couch. She hadn't rebuttoned her long-sleeved blouse, and he could see the lacy cones of her bra each time she bent over. Her large br*asts threatened to overflow the cups, and the sight of the creamy swells made his c@ck jump behind his fly. "Jan," he said softly, "do you want in here or in your room?" She fluffed the pillow, then straightened up and looked at him with large blue eyes filled with concern. "Don, I just can't. Let's not let it go any farther. Please." Placing his drink on the end table, Don got to his feet and approached her, unabashed lust smoldering in his eyes. He placed his hands on her slim waist and drew her to him. "Honey, it's not that at all," he said soothingly, brushing his lips over her cheek and ear and feeling his throb against her. "I told you how much I've always wanted you. It's something I've dreamed about for years."……………….