I gushed my eyes out as I started to undress in my bedroom. Why at 48 was life being so unfair. I started to unsoak my make up and as I stood in my th...ng I lifted my dressing gown off the cloak and put it on.I lay on the bed staring at the ceiling. Time seemed to flow by. I glanced at the clock. It read 11:30PM. I was ready for bed. I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen when the back door flew open. It was Ryan.Ryan: Kettle's just boiled. I was having one before I was gonna head off.. At the time, his absence was explained as a visit to relatives, which wasn't unusual, so Gwen didn't pay it any mind."Gwen, your brother is aroused." I see that," Gwen said lasciviously while staring at her brother's erect cock."He gets this way often. How about you? Are you aroused?" Yesssss," Gwen uttered, somewhere between a whisper and a sigh."Show us."Gwen was wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt. Her nipples poked clearly through the knit fabric. Slowly she pushed her pants to her ankles,. . sexy... and not have any regrets." Deneigh said with a little giggle before she took another sip from her new rum concoction and waved a circle into the air toward the bartender. She hoped Slim had picked up her drift of possibilities for the evening.Slim acted as if he hadn't heard her line about being naughty and not having morning regrets, but in truth it was as if she had squeezed his cock through his pants. He was teetering on the brink of breaking all of this up and that one sentence. Marlene held Monica in her arms, and as the tears trickled down her smooth cheeks, told her that she loved her over and over. The bond was solidified, the unspoken blessing was given, and the connection would never be broken. The emotions had taken their toll as we settled back into our seats with the growling of stomachs signaling their discontent. We treated Monica to an Italian dinner at one of our local haunts. Our first Christmas ended with our bellies filled with pasta, bread, coffee, and.