Drop 'dem shorts, then get over here and start suckin' this big nigga dick. You got a lotta work to do Miss. Hollywood." She hadn't even realized it; ...er eyes were locked on his impressive cock for the better part of a minute. Time was flying by. His words finally made her catch herself. Snapping out of the trance, she smiled warmly, her eyes vacant and glazed over as she moved toward him on her hands and knees, ass perked up in the air in a cat-like crawl, complete with the purring and playful. Apparently, they had quarrelled and she went out and found herself drunk and in bed with another man. She came home and told him but he just could not forgive her, she didn’t even try to make up after the tiff. After a few weeks, my brother, even though he still came over for dinner a couple of times a week, admitted that he had been lonely living alone. I thought about it and then asked him if he would like to move in with me as I still had the home that I had lived in with my husband. Ron was. The dress was one that as far back as I could remember she had only worn for Sherri and Shelly's father on the occasions when the two of them would go out on a date and he would return to spend the night in her room. In the past I never gave her clothing a second thought but now having Peter's memories intertwined with mine I understood my sister's anger at our mother. Personally I thought it looked good on her since our mother was nearly six feet tall and had given birth to three kids still. Her legs were crossed and dangled about a foot off the floor. Her coat was parted only enough to allow her some freedom of movement for her legs. I thought I detected a white blouse and some cleavage but I wasn’t sure. I saw her glance in my direction and I nodded a polite hello. She cracked a small smile and nodded back. I tried to work, I really did but my eyes kept returning to her nylons. I sat there looking at her legs lost in the imagination of running my hands up and down the smooth.