Seeing an opportunity present itself to me, I risked her waking up, and extended my left hand, gently resting it on her hip. What I felt underneath th... heavy cloth was firm and muscular. Softly I stroked down her leg, and found it much the same. Firm, apparently toned, and supple to the touch. I was again resting my hand on her hip when I felt her stir.Not wanting to have to explain, I quickly shook her hip. "Emily, wake up. Emily," I said softly, not wanting to jar her from her sleep. She. As I slid my palm across them she moaned softly. “Undo me,” she said again. I fumbled for a few seconds but got the hang of that bikini catch and slipped it off. She turned to face me smiling in sheer delight at the astonished look on my face. “Haven’t you ever seen a woman’s breasts?” she asked. Her tone was not condescending, but more like a teacher encouraging an eager student. “No, never.” The scene must have been comical. Me, standing bare-chested before her, staring at her beautiful. .. and three kids later, did they finally wake up?I was a bastard in waiting until my parents finally married, mere days before I burst into the world.Then, just ten months later, my first sister Rachel popped out, and just eleven months after her came Jenny.If you've ever heard the term "Irish twins" applied to siblings born in separate pregnancies but less than a year apart, then perhaps our situation is the rare "Irish triplets". Three months each year (between Jenny's birthday and mine), we. “Let’s start then!” said Mark.He turned the screw again.I took a deep breath when I felt the slowly increasing grip of the vice, but I only felt a small pressure. Mark waited at least a minute before turning the screw again.When he turned it, the pressure grew definitely unpleasant. Watching me, Mark asked me, “does it hurt?”“No. Not really. But it is very unpleasant. It’s…throbbing.Mark nodded and slowly gave another turn.I gasped my breath and bit my lips. As the vice began to really press my.