She looked like a dream, wet hair, no make up, her body warm and pink from her shower.Small orange freckles across her cheeks and tits. Hard pink nipp...es. Her lips so soft and kissable. Flat stomach. Shaved pussy. Long legs. And the worlds perfect ass, small firm, and round. You just wanted to grab it.He took her by the hand and led her into his room, pushing his shorts off as walked.He pushed his mother down on his bed. He lay on top of her; she spread her legs and lifted her hips. He gave his. “It just so happens that the hostess at Robbin Bleu is an old friend of mine. I’m sure if I call her we’ll be able to get a table without a reservation.”“Robbin Bleu?” Herb almost choked on the name of the hottest and predictably most expensive new nightspot in Cincinnati. “Dinner there costs more than I make in a week. I was thinking more on the lines of Surf and Turf at Clarke’s Grill down the block.”“Herb,” Jennifer said with a cold, icy stare, “look at me. Do I look like I do Surf and Turf. In theenvelope was a letter from my sister.The letter said:Dear Mikki,I was looking through some of my old clothes and things and I found thedress. But I didn't want to give it away to charity with some of theother stuff I was putting together. The dress bought back memories of thetime you told me how cute it was. You told me that I looked great in it.So this is my present to you.Mikki, it's alright. Both Mum and I knew of your little secret past time.I just wish that you had shared it with me.. He enjoyed watching his sister leave the house on a night out, watching as how some of her dresses clung to the contours of her shapely body, how that the material of some of her dresses were so sheer that they revealed an absence of underwear.The knowledge that she had worn those dresses, seen what they looked like on a female body, knew that male hands had explored the dresses boundaries and the female flesh underneath, had always resulted in intense orgasms. He had even made a point that if.