"His voice conveyed true sympathy and Theresa, the rage knocked out of her, had the decency to blush."I am sorry, too," she wheezed."Will you let her ...tand, please?" Joerg asked politely. "She will not attack you again, on my word."He cast Theresa a significant look, and her eyes widened in understanding. The old soldier raised the tip of his staff from her throat and offered his hand, to help her up. The gesture thoroughly flustered Theresa. She accepted the help and stood shakily for a moment. As the weeks went by my wife and I had settled back into our boring sex routines, since we didn’t ever see my sister or her brother. Even our imagining sex wasn’t possible anymore due to the terrible memories of that day and it’s consequences.Three months after the incident I finally heard from my sister and she told me that her life was in ruins. My wife had finally got up the courage to phone her brother and his story was pretty much the same. Each of them had been put out of their homes and. My gut tells me that I would if he really needed me.”“How often do you two have sex with each other?”“It’s just when ever one of us feels the need. Sometimes we do it several times a day and sometimes we may go days without doing it. He tells me when he needs me and I tell him when I want him. When we want each other, I sneak to his room during the night. We often do it in the afternoon before our parents come home from work. When they go off to visit friends we usually have sex the whole time. I was just thinking about how much I wanted to wear this outfit and how I hadn't wanted to take off the bra and panties. The stockings were just a sort of "oh well". I didn't know whether they made the outfit better or worse but I liked the feel of them on my legs a lot. I hadn't really noticed how the drinks during the night had affected me until I got out of the car. First I noticed how bad I had to pee. Really bad. And second I noticed that my head felt funny. Dizzy. And I had a hard.