She said that she didn't mind sharing and that we were actually getting to know each other better and she had no complaints.That fixed it, no way woul... our folk's dream of changing things if we were suddenly getting along, it's every parent's dream to have their kids like each other. I wondered why Sandy had done that. Did she know what I'd done the night before? Was she trying to make me suffer by staying in my tent so I couldn't get off again?Looking back, I now realize that my sister had a. Breathing problems, car accidents, domestic disputes and a few nursing home calls. Nothing exciting, until one in the morning. The call was for a drowning, unconscious and not breathing. While on the scene, we did our work and loaded the patient up. Jessica and I worked together like a well oiled machine. We had the Fire Department drive us to the landing zone, and everyone in a while he would turn a little too fast and she would fall into my lap. Her body pressed against mine. You were wearing tight jeans and a muscle shirt that showed off a magnificent physique. You are a handsome well-built man with a scruffy beard and numerous tattoos. I could see the outline of your large cock and your cute butt.I was wearing a short miniskirt, black high heels with seamed stockings, and a top with no bra; one that displayed a lot of cleavage. I like to be noticed! And boy did you notice. You complimented me on my outfit and told me I was very sexy. My husband was standing next. I was naturally taken aback to be seen in this condition by him. He apologized and left but I saw the shape in his Bermuda shorts it was looking like a tent. That night after we said good night I went to my room and dressed in my most provocative see through nightie and went in Uncle’s room. He saw me and sat up. I pulled the sash at my thorat and let thenightiearound the floor. Now I was only in a pair of thin satin brassiere and panties. “Beta what are you doing?”Sanjiv uncle asked though he.