I feel you again stroke my legs, feeling the stockings, down to the boots, then up again and over the lace to my smoothed legs. Your hands continue up...and over my round mounds, then down into the center where I feel you begin to have your fingers opening my ass, feeling the tight hole, getting ready to enter. I try not to jump when I feel the cold jelly touch my sensitive skin. You coat me with it, teasing me by slipping a finger inside to ease what will be a tough entry. You clean off your. "Has your father already carried all your possessions inside?" I asked him."My father is dead, you killed him this morning. My mother will bring our things inside after she has finished helping with the bears," he said, and he definitely had some of his father's attitude, no matter who his father had been.I grabbed him up by the scruff of the neck and carried him, suspended by a tight grip around the back of his neck. Since he said I'd killed his father I knew that meant I'd be taking he and. The woman in front of me is the love of my life, my spouse for better and for worse, Lorette. While still only half awake, I feel my affection for her rising in me, as inevitable as the sunrise, as unstoppable as a tidal wave. I squeeze her gently with my arm, so full of emotion I cannot express it adequately.Her hand squeezes mine where it is resting on her breast and she sighs in her sleep. I have an amazing woman.I feel myself starting to get hard; apparently she has not managed to. She was well aware that most of the kids suspected the truth about her and her brother Kenny.Finally, she responded with a question, "Why do you say it's wrong?" I ... I, well, it is between two people in the same family," Michelle stammered."So?" Gladys challenged, in some way enjoying making her friend uncomfortable."But it's wrong for two people in the same family!" Is it? Who says?" But ... what ... I mean it's not like the two people are in love or anything. It's, it's just..." Sex!".