Sis agrees. After 50 + years, I am not sure how it happened but somehow, I am sitting up, sis ends up sitting between my legs and I am massaging her n...ck and back. She has on a "baby girl" nightie (short) and a "puffy" bottom. My pecker is jammed into her bottom. At first I am massaging her over the nightie, then with common sense gone, I slid my hands under the material and rub her neck and back, skin to skin. Sis is content with this. My mind is racing and i begin to massage her stomach.. To relish all of the sweet torments you might visit upon me. I could smell you, the tinge of musk and wintry forest mingled with the heady masculinity that was your own scent by right. My breath came in sharp little gasps of delight when I felt you near. Already my nipples were darkened berries cresting my chest, the fine nest of curls between my thighs dampened. I cultivated it as expressly ordered by you when we started.We had been at this game for some months now, having reached a point when. ‘Let me get the washing of you organised.’ The brief exercise had sapped Harold’s strength and so he lay resting quietly until his wife returned with a bowl of warm water, a face cloth, and a towel. It stirred him once more to action. ‘Please lay still, Harold, things are bad enough as they are without ‘ee making it worse.’ After placing the washing materials on the floor, Emma rolled her husband first one way then the other while peeling off his soiled pyjama top and bottoms. She then. Mom came walking in wearing her short shorts and t-top. I noticed she was rubbing her lower.“Mom you ok”“My back is bothering me”“Want me to massage it”“It is tightening up so yeah”She laid on her tummy, her ass and legs were so beautiful.“Where’s it hurt again”She slid her shorts down a little.“This area”I got down off the couch, straddled her legs and sat down. I began to work my hands around her lower back. The memories of the other night came upon me and I was well aware what could happen.