As one might expect, the whole incident became soon forgotten by Brenda and me, though, as it turned out, not by Amanda, my mother-in-law.It was never...mentioned again for nearly twenty years.Many things happened, of course, in the twenty intervening years, a major one was the passing of Brenda's father to a stroke about four years ago.Amanda wanted to simplify her life, she was left well-off, and decided to buy into an adult community that was quite nice with excellent facilities, including. I watched as she stepped from behind her counter, curious to see what the bottom half of her looked like. She didn’t disappoint, her butt was tight and looked enticing in her scandalously short black leather mini skirt. She had a pair of color-matching fishnet stockings that clung sexily to her shapely legs. I wasn’t a fan of the Doc Marten boots, but they did complete her look to a tee. I felt an elbow poke hard into my ribs, and I guiltily looked down at where my sister was frowning up at. Anyways, he reached up further and rubbed my breasts greedily. I gasped as he pinched my nipples. I love it when he plays with those. I got it up on my hands and knees and began to buck back onto him. His hands rubbing on my ass and back. I felt like such a tease as I arched my back up, sliding him out of me and arching it down slowly back onto his tip. I did this about three times then he grabbed my hips again and pulled me onto him. I yelped at his filling me once again but this time a bit. "But now look! While they aren't in the same class as our beloved mistresses, they are very firm and my pink nipples stand up so proudly. And in spite of what you did to us — for us, to be more accurate — our bodies are now completely unmarked. Therefore, Jo and I welcome the challenge."Then she grinned and added, "But now what?" Now we return you to your husbands," Paula replied. "Come on! Let's get you into some clothes and get out of here."To the girls she said, "The new crop will arrive.