We are in the same class at school."I did a double-take. This little minx looked older and more sexy than my little sixteen year old sister. Perhaps t...at was just familiarity though, I considered my little sister more of a nuisance than anything. I looked at Kerry with more attention. She wore the same regulation school white blouse and black skirt, but the skirt was far shorter than my sister would ever have been allowed to wear and the white bouse was unfastened down to the third button. The preacher man was not destined to return to their fold because he was on one of those ferry flatboats that was caught up in the swollen river rushing muddy waters with their anchoring rope all ripped up in the raging torrent.The thing was loaded with men and horses and even a small wagon with a settler wife and some small children of unknown ages and close enough features to be the seed of the same parents.Fortunately, the three children survived but not the mother and the preacher went down. To prepare for the session, my mother took me shopping to buy a black vinyl corset with stretch shoestring lacing in the back. The cups were push-up and barely contained my adequate breasts. The outfit was completed by self-gartered black thigh-high stockings and ankle-high vinyl black lace-up boots. This was quite a change from our usual lovemaking outfits, which consisted of our birthday suits.My mother, who is an aerobics instructor and quite fit for her fifty-seven years, wore a mini-length. I worked up to the edge of her robe, just short of her inner thigh; then she moved one hand over mine again, to give me another lesson in the ways of female anatomy. With pure nonchalance she eased it down over her womanhood, causing me to all but fall face first to the ground.Her flesh felt so warm and moist down there, especially where my fingers parted her most private area, bringing a growing smile onto her face. For a few minutes she directed me to move them here and there, then right on.