I said it was not a big deal and she could hop in for a nice hot shower. I pulled her pants down a little and she sniffled and helped me remove her pa...ts. I could see a small wet spot on the bathmat she was standing on; she had drips of pee still on her inner thighs. She was now in only a tight thermal top and white ankle socks. I said “try to puke again; if you pee again it won’t matter.”She leaned forward and pushed a finger down her throat. She began to gag and I rubbed her back. I could she. The memories and time sequences of people don't always match so I had to piece the story of that time together as near as I could from 30 year old memories. If you think that's easy then consider this. What were you doing 30 years ago on the second Tuesday in July, in detail? See what I mean?The Flynns split their time between the ranch and Metro Phoenix for the time between their first meeting with the Cavalla's and the finalized adoption. The needs of a ranch don't stop just because people go. I slowly unzipped the jacket and slipped it off to the floor. Rubbing up her loose belly towards her breasts I could see her nipples were rock hard. I tucked my face in towards her long pale neck and let my hot breath fall behind her ear and raise the little hairs there…I grabbed her tits hard and squeezed at them. Again in a forced voice she murmured “fuck me, please.” In sort of a flash she was undressing herself and headed down towards the plush living room rug. Her eyes were not looking at. I’m skinny with a 23 inch waist. I have a nice body but I think my tits are too small. They’re barely a size A – Mom liked to ask me where I was when the breasts were handed out. The boys don’t seem to mind and they try to pet me sometimes – I hope my little brother doesn’t see and report to Dad. Of course Dad forbade any modelling gigs. He even told me not to talk to the boys at school – I had to ignore their ardent attempts to befriend me, being very careful to avoid eye contact. My younger.