To be honest it was more of a camisole. See through, lacy with small cups and ending a couple of inches above the navel. It was supposed to be slipped...over the head.“Dont worry, its washed.” He said reassuringly. I outwardly shrugged, but was relieved that i did not have to wear his dirty lingerie. I pulled it on. My man breasts nicely filled the cups. Lucky that they were padded. But it definitely gave me some clevalge. I pushed my boobs together, ok i am going to call them my boobs now coz. She got up and met me halfway, and to my surprise, she put her arms around my neck and gave me a long kiss on the lips."Sit down and tell me how my lucky sister is getting on." You talk to her more than I do, you should be letting me know how she is," I said."That's true, do you want me to tell you how she is?"This piece of banter told to me Sam's head was in the right place.We talked for some time, Sam tried to convince me things are going well, but she admits it’s still particularly hard at. I had had a few, but the first two were terrible in bed, and pretty damn small too. And I dumped them after about a month of putting up with their excuses. The third one, Rick, was absolutely great in bed, at least seven or eight inches long, and he knew how to use it. He looked great with me too. Until I found out that the bastard was sleeping around at a party we went to. That was three weeks ago, and I had dropped him like a rock, making sure he sank. But the results of that decision were. However, his true meaning became more obvious. Did we want to see the photographs he’d just taken? My wife and I went ashen, I could hardly speak! We’d always been very careful to mask her face in any posted pics. This guy looked young enough to be friends with our sons and it was pretty clear he wanted to spread them around to others! For someone hiding in the woods he certainly took good pics. My wife’s face clearly recognisable, with pussy on show for all to see. I jokingly said that I hoped.