We slide to a stop. I’m mesmerized by the golden glints and flashes off the backs of the circling flies. More trash is dumped into the mouth of the ...iant orange beast. The truck moves again and we keep pace, always delaying a few moments as if we’re giving it a head start, then we run to our place a dozen feet behind as it stops. It’s a replay of what the men have done at every stop, but then it happens, what we’ve waiting for and hoping to see and hear. The man who wheels the trash cans,. Moving back down behind you I begin coating your back with the oil, spreading your legs slightly on the hearth. I reach around you cupping your breasts in my hands, moving my now naked body in close behind you. I kiss your neck, nibbling you lightly, licking my way up to your ear. I whisper in your ear, telling you how beautiful and vulnerable you are standing here as my left hand slides down to cover you with my palm, feeling your warmth and growing wetness. Your nipples slide smoothly under. Sound of zoom & clicks made me sure, he will take good time. Double pain is killing me but for son’s joy and enthusiasm I opened my arms too. He ignored my top and continued shooting my lowers. I was feeling his ‘Boxer Shorts’ covered penis is alternates between my cracks left and right lips. Its feeling was very funny like brushing of teeth.I was not sure about position of my thong, I get apprehension. I gather strength and by support of my elbows get up to see what is happening with my lower. Having never married and hardly dated I relied heavily on my closet friends. Now with my sister walking around the house daily I would most likely not be calling on my little electronic buddies as often as I would like.True to her word, Chris did all the housework as well as the cooking. We fell into a daily routine that seemed to work well for both of us. Of course, with her in the house 24/7 I found little time for my toys. It was hard (no pun intended) to watch my sister do her chores.