..Cheryl came home from her second trip out about eight; she kissed the girls good night and Carmen took them upstairs. As she draped herself half on ...e and half on the recliner, I aired the issue..."Carmen seems to be waiting for me to do something." Like what?" Cheryl asked, nuzzling my ear."Damned if I know. She sits on the couch, watching me like a hawk, like she's waiting for something." Oh." Cheryl tittered. "I know." What?" Luz gave her the list of duties -- not the child raising, the. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she laid there before me.I told her “Breathe, breathe, or you’ll pass out.” Still shaking, she gasped a breath and suddenly froze.“What the hell was that?” she exclaimed as she slowly recognized her massive orgasm.Giggling, I brushed her hair from her face and gently kissed her lips.“That is what you said you wanted.”My older sister Stacey and I are both in our late thirties, both married with children, and have always been close. Growing up we spent a lot of. “Where to?” I asked.She didn’t reply so I asked again glancing in the rearview mirror. She looked at me and smiled saying, “Howabout a cheap hotel where we can have sex.”Shit!! I didn’t know what to say so I said nothing butpulled out of the parking lot.“What’s the matter you don’t find me sexy either?” shecontinued looking at the mirror.“Sure I find you sexy but your the boss’s wife,” Ireplied.“So what if I am,. I couldn’t control it. I just knew it felt so right. There I was, 20 years later, responding to an ad online for some fun. It started as chat. I put a picture of my shiny black satin crotch up as my avatar and was immediately hit on by a handsome older man. I love girls, I love being with girls, I really wish down deep that I was a girl to eliminate all the mental cruelty I put myself through regarding my role sexually. I still love fucking girls, too. I love their smell, their mannerisms,.