Heblushed deeply. Wanda gave him a wry smile.She said, "Model it for me. Walk around." When he did she corrected,"Not like that. Put some swish in...o your hips. Take small mincingsteps."He obeyed, feeling very odd. She eyed him critically. He questioned herbut only with his eyes. She gave him permission to speak."I'm sorry, my love," he said humbly. "It's just that, as delightful asthis feels, you've never had me wear any of your things before." First of all, it's not mine. It is for. ." she murmured as she angled her head to meet his, kissing him slowly, and not just for a brief second as before, his hands slowly massaging her. When they did break, she reached at the hem of her top, pulling it up over her head to show a black padded brassiere plus the cleavage he'd imagined--an ample, natural chest, and she was making it available to him. The three years between them didn't matter, nor did her close friendship with his sister. Unhooking the bra from behind, she looked at. ..she was fine." PTSD usually only manifest after some time." the doctor explained. "Given that your sister has prior violence issues and was already under a lot of stress, the added stress from the disorder made her extremely unstable." Unstable?" Maggie couldn't comprehend with what she had just heard. Her sister was only pretending. She knew it. Her dad knew it. Hell, even some of the relatives knew it. It hadn't occurred that her sister might not be pretending at all in the first. I still hadn't cum again yet though, and she knew it, but she also knew the perfect position to get me off. Rolling onto her stomach, she got up on her elbows, and knees, and stuck her ass up in the air. She told me to get behind her, and I did, and then I lined my cock up with her hole once again. I slid inside her with no resistance, and she just let me go. I grabbed her hips and started thrusting hard. Over and over she told me to fuck her, and I pumped my cock into her as hard and fast as I.