You brought yourself out of the car, modestly pulling the skirt down over your legs a bit, which of course in turn accented the curves of your hips as...the minidress rose up and over them, hugged your stomach and came to an end just over the swell of your breasts, the straps heading over your shoulders to begin the return down your back, which was mostly open to the cool breeze that was playing lightly over your shoulders and neck, as you piled the hair above your head, all in place save for. I reached behind her and unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor.All she had on was her bra, a garter belt holding her nylons, also a pair of thin satin panties with a wet crotch already. I had her sit on the edge of the bed and rolled her nylons down and off her legs. She unclasped her bra. She had large but nice tits. Especially for a woman her age, there was very little sag.All during this time, no one had said a word. Roger sat back in the chair and was drinking. Marsha was sitting. I turned her head to look into her eyes and I saw the tears starting to well up. I smiled and drew her into my chest. “Oh Kristy,’ I said as I exhaled a deep breath. “Now what are we going to do? What are we going to do?”As I said this, the tears began to flow and after the dam finally burst, they ran down her cheeks like a river. As she cried, all I could think of was this wonderful little niece of mine, trying to tell me her feelings for me and my misinterpretation of her willingness to. "How toprove it to you? Do remember what we talked about in the operationscenter right before I left on the op? You said ?point the end where thebullets come out toward the bad guys?. And I said ?you always were sohelpful, just like when you made me blow up the sodium in chemistryclass?. I couldn?t hear for a week, Domy!" she added.She reached up and caressed his face again running her hand up over hisshaved head."Mr. Chapman was none-to-pleased about the beaker exploding, was he?"she.