I followed and stood at the door as she started mixing the flour to make a few rotis. “Stop checking me out and help me harsh, get the vegetable bag... and pour some oil into the flour.” I gladly brought the bag in and then opened the can of oil and stood so close that our arms were in contact as I poured the oil.After which I took a step back and brushed her ass on my way to the sink to wash the oil off my hands, she had a slightly annoyed look on her face. I pretended like I didn’t know…” what. It was muck from the bottom, and its slippery brown streaks covered my naked front. “Very dirty,” he smirked.Not to be outdone, I reached down and grabbed a handful of lake goo as Max ran, splashing out through the lily pads. “Catch me if you can,” he shouted as he made his getaway. I hurled the gunk at him, splattering his back as he turned away. He bent down to scoop up more muck and I splashed over to him, smearing my dirty hands all down his back. Max turned with more black silt in his. I picked up the wicked red corset and slightly undid the laces. I thenwrapped it around my waist, and hooked the fasteners in the front. Evenwith the laces undone, I could feel the stiffness of the corset squishingme in. I knew once I was done I'd look like I had some serious hips. I'deven look like I had some cleavage! I grabbed the breast forms andinserted those into the cups. Just with those, I looked I had a C cup. Iwalked to the closet and tied the lace strings to the door. I pulled themas. There is nothing like a woman spurned, so I stayed away from her as much as being in the family allowed.This brings me to the present when I found out Kate was bad mouthing Judy. Her own sister yet. Maybe it was because I was happily married to Judy. Was she jealous that someone had something she didn't, or was it her nature to put everyone down. What I heard were out-right lies and they had a meanness to them I couldn't condone.In bed that night, I brought up the subject of Kate to my wife..