“s*s are you going to be long?” I was screwed and replied “one sec” I hid the bottle of vodka in the cabinet behind a towel. Then opened the d...or and said “hey” trying to push past her “one sec” she said pushing me back into the bathroom, locking the door shut. She leant forward to me and said “breathe on me” I stepped back “why?” I asked, my sister smirked at me and said “cus I want to smell your breath” Knowing I had no way out I leant towards her face and heavily breathed on her. Her. The dress, of course, had belonged to Miss Agnes. They had been sitting in front of the fire, gazing up at her, talking about the wedding. Jen sighed. “I love my mother. And I love you too, but I think of you more as Dean’s mom, the one he should have had growing up. I have to tell you, I’m a little intimidated. Living up to your legacy will be hard. Dean showed us your wedding album, and told me he wanted me in a dress as close to yours as I could come, regardless of the cost. I’ve showed it. I watched her with enormous affection. After one particularly boisterous dance she returned to me sweating slightly, or ‘glowing’ as we are supposed to say of ladies. ‘Gawd, College, I haven’t hurled myself around like that for years. Sure you won’t take me on?’ I demurred. Indicating I’d wait for what she calls a ‘swayer’ and she sipped her cold beer to slake her thirst. We enjoyed a quick snog in the ladies toilet, not, as she pointed out, the most romantic of trysting places but, well, we. My cock touched his puckered ass and he jumped, I told him to relax as I slowly but steadily tried to push my head into his ass, I was trying to go real slow so he wouldn't stop me but I must have been going to slow because I couldn't push it in, so I gave a quick shove and I entered his ass. "Motherfucker, that fucking hurts man, get the dick out of there?" "Tom relax man, give it a second", as I said this, I was not letting go of his hips, in fact I held him tighter to me because he was.