. By the time I finished my mind rant about the medieval shit that I wanted to lay on Marvella and her auburn beehive, I realized that the band had no... only started, but that I had too. I was singing, dancing, well, grinding, along with a song that I know that I had heard before, but could not place. Then it hit me - the song was "Whoops, I Did You Again," the latest chart topper from Whitney Stubbs, the half-naked Louisiana eighteen-year old whose image adorned the locker, bedroom and computer. “If anything, your bust, hips, and ass are even nicer than they used to be!” Hector promised his twin with one of his hands now under her chin, “and those delightful freckles are everywhere now!”“Yeah, but I got stretch marks now!” Cassie pouted.“Don’t be silly! Nobody sees them, not even when you skinny dip!” Hector cupped his sister’s buns under her cotton sundress.Hector was very glad that Cassie went commando so often of late. As much as he tended to favor her breasts, he was drawn recently. Her beautiful black bush stared him in the face. A tantalizing musk scent drifted into his nostrils from between her mahogany thighs. He began to lightly lick her delicious pussy while he gently probed it with his fingers. Parting her thick, brown pussy lips he revealed her bright pink slit, his tongue slid along its length. Finding her swollen clit, his fingers played around it in light teasing strokes. Ramona’s panting little cries urged him on. His tongue played around her slit in flickering. She always wore skimpy things, but it went unnoticed by me until about a year after they married.This is also about the time she had her boobs done.She walked around in flimsy tops, nipples hard pressing against the material like they were trying to find a way to see what was ahead, and cheeks peeking out of short gym shorts just popping out with every step to see where they had just been and if anyone noticed.Yes, I had noticed. It was the first time I saw her this way and now, I liked the way.