"That feels so nice! But we shouldn't be doing this. Oh Sandy, we shouldn't!"Her hands moved to his near her crotch and he thought she was going to pu...h his fingers away. Her hips were making involuntary up and down thrusting movements, very small but still perceptible. Suddenly she cried out, "Oh YES! YES!!! Right here!"Sammy let one leg fall off the side of the bed, exposing the strip of panty material emerging from between the globes of her ass and covering her mound. Her brother could see. I pulled my suitcase out of the closet and began packing it. As I took items out of my dresser and put them in, Trish sat on the opposite side of the bed with her coffee. I hadn't noticed until then that she only had the top to her pajamas on. She sat cross-legged and I noticed that she didn't have any panties on either. What is she doing? Is this just an innocent situation or was she trying to get a reaction?I ignored the view and went into the closet. I pulled out the garment bag and hung it. When I reached home she was alone there she was sitting on her sofa and watching TV. She asked me sit and she fetch me glass of water. She was limping little bit. “show me your leg m’am” I asked “its okay, rajive” she replied and she lifted her maxi little up. It was swelling on her ankle. “your husband didn’t massage you there” I asked she said “he is busy with his annual closing” “if you don’t mind shall I try” I asked her ” get me the move” she said ” don’t worry rajive, it is okay”. I said. How he hated this Sunday each year, hated the march of veterans, but was drawn in some morbid fascination annually. Each year, he observed the file of crippled soldiers, long since passed their usefulness to a society doing it's best to forget for the other three hundred and sixty four days, except in the glorified films of heroic deeds with John Wayne, or another popular actor, leading a squad of crack troopers into an impossible confrontation, with overwhelming odds being beaten at the loss.