Jill was lying motionless, her eyes partially closed. Her fingers were locked together as if she was trying to suppress her nervousness. I was glad to...see that her face had more colour than before. The doctor finished the upper part of the cast, then smiled at Jill and patted her casted knee. “Just a minute and your cast will be finished,” he said “I’m not in a hurry. I decided to postpone the hiking trip for tomorrow,” she said sadly and glared at the massive cast that held her leg perfectly. She wordlessly took my hand and led me down the hall to the bedroom I share with her mom. She pulled my hand so I spun around and ended up on the bed on my back. Fanny grinned at me as she pounced on top of me.She straddled my hips and her heavy tits swung back and forth above my face. Her crotch was shaved hairless and I saw her fluids glistening on her swollen labia. "Nursing always makes me horny, Bud," she said in a husky voice as she ground her cunt against my hard cock through my pants.. When I ended my story, my mother looked at me for a long minute or two to the point of creeping me out."What? Why do you stare at me like that, mother?" I demanded.She smiled knowingly, her face lighting up with the beauty that drew my father to marry her when they were still in high school. "You have met him, haven't you? The soldier was the one, isn't he?" she asked fervently. I could have tried to deny knowing what she was talking about, but my sister had a similar smile on her face as she. Jenny ran for the massive locomotive right past it's big steam boiler and grabbing the railing climbed the steep steps. She turned to face me with a broad smile on her face and waved me up to join her. Then she twirled around like a little k** between the firebox and tender. Taking it easy I smiled back and walked over and admired both her and the train.Here it was August of 1986 and Jenny was 30 and I was 33 it had been twenty years since we had moved away. In that moment of nostalgia I got a.