I was debating rubbing one out, or waiting for moms sweet pussy. My dick was screaming for both. I was just about to undo my pants when I heard the ba...k door open and close. "b*o, you here" came my sisters voice.A wicked idea crept into my mind. "Hey s*s, I'm in my room and I need a hand with something..."+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++HOW THIS STORY CAME ABOUT...TRUE STORYEarly this morning, around 3am I was asleep in bed. I am a very light sleeper, so when my husband started thrusting his erect. Sara had no doubts about the surgery making her body better, but she wasn't so sure that any surgery could truly heal the broken spirit within.Prue was Sara's source of strength and reassurance through the entire pre-surgery ordeal. She was either in the room with Sara, or just outside the door and always had a smile and hug when Sara needed it most.With days being devoted to hospital hopping, Prue did her best to be sure Sara's afternoons and evenings were fun and relaxing. Spring had the. "One thing he did not have to worry about. Ahmo came out of the hospital not remembering me. The memory loss was so specific that I thought it a lie. The one time Catherine let me speak to my sister convinced me otherwise. Morgan, Elis, and Erin confirmed it. My sister's amnesia excised me completely from her life. Morgan described some of the mental gymnastics it took to accomplish it. Ahmo didn't remember what we did to Erin, but her friendships with Elis and Morgan were still intact.My. The older guy opened the back door and meekly I climbed in."You drive," he said to his younger companion, and he got in beside me."Oh these are nice," he said, his hand reaching under my jacket and cupping my left boob."Oh thanks," I heard myself replied."What size are they?" he asked, as I have said, my boobs are my pride, so with some relish I replied."There're 34D sir." Where did the sir come from, and why aren't I objecting to his advances?"Please get them out for me," he asked politely.Get.