Oh my God, Jenny! Ken, look at the screen," Martha cried out.Ken whipped his chair around and saw his sister on the screen. She was hanging from a bul...head. Her blood was dripping from under some type of band around her head. Other bands attached her to the wall. Then the sound came on, and they heard her screaming.As they watched an apparition floated in front of the camera. They could tell it was once female. Her once fine clothing dripped blood as it moved in front of the camera. A huge. The first outfit Michelle flatly refused to try on. I took the saleswoman aside and explained any outfits which showed her midsection in any way were unacceptable. The woman refilled her rack with acceptable clothes.We both tried on clothes for probably the next two hours or so. Michelle looked so hot and sexy in all the outfits and high heels she tried on. Especially with her hair and nails done up.This girl could have made a bundle in tips at my bar. That being just on her looks alone. If she. Hey, it's not every big sister who locks herself in a shed, douses herself with gasoline, and lights up. The firemen and paramedics hadn't been able to do anything for the cooked near-corpse they'd recovered from the blaze except speed its final passing.I'd seen it all, but it wasn't the kind of thing you talk about. Even to some shrink who gets paid by the hour to listen to you babble. Even when they say your sister was weak, "must not have been able to take it," when they don't even know. “Ok, but only until I finish, then they come back on, you understand?”I nodded in agreement.She reached up and grabbed the band on her pants. Leaning forward, she began to slide them down around her waist. Her panties caught on the band and came down with the pants, revealing the entirety of her round ass for my viewing pleasure. I could see everything. I found myself staring at her pussy the most, which I could see glistening from her wetness. That was the closest I had ever been to one and I.