More like a half sister.When a man has sex with someone other than his wife, and they have a child, that child is called a bastard, right? What is it ...hen it’s the woman who does that? That’s what my sister is to me. My Papi is not her Daddy.My sister grew up in the brothels, and she worked for Papi, too. I think she had a hard job at the brothels, because she always had little bruises on her. When I would ask her about it, she’d laugh and tell me not to be so silly. I think The Fingers would. I couldn't resist, and had to feel them against my skin. I stood there with my arm in one of the stocking feeling the silkiness. But I knew now was not the time, as I was expected in the kitchens for teas. So I carefully placed the stocking back as I had found it, and slipped out of the room. As walked back to the service stairs my mind raced at the possibilities that lay before me.Two weeks must have slipped by, and my nerves failed me. I knew if I was caught dismissal would only just out do. “Yes darling, yes. That feels so good. I love it whenyou feel my pantyhose like this.” Marcia moved her lipsto her mother’s breasts. She began to suck her mother’snipples as Carol moaned with pleasure. The nipplestasted so good in Marcia’s mouth. Then she felt hermother pressing her head down between her legs. Marciacould hardly wait. Carol spread her legs wide givingMarcia easy access to her tan pantyhose covered mound.Marcia began to gently lick the insides of. .. only to run slap bang into the man you were trying to avoid at the spot were the alley met the road. Startled, you looked at the man before you, your eyes about level with his chest. You'd only seen Linda's dad before from a distance and, while he was obviously large, you'd not realised that he was a man mountain! Backing off rapidly you prepared to turn... "Oi! I want a word with you!" he yelled at you in a deep, gruff voice as his heavy hand fell on your shoulder."You do?" you quaked for,.