“You want to touch them?” she asked. I couldn’t yet use words and just nodded and reached out and grabbed at my sisters chest. I loved the feeli...g it felt like squeezing a bag of pudding I loved it. I took my other hand and placed it on her other breast. I noticed she liked it and just tilted her head back enjoying the feelings going through her body. I was in heaven I couldn’t even notice me getting drenched with water I just loved touching her body. The next thing I knew I had a hand wrapped. After all, I was working that night, and all I would want to do afterward was collapse into the bed. * * * * * ‘Damn,’ I muttered. It was getting very late, and I’d only managed to find homes for half of my stuff. I threw a sandwich together for my dinner and went into the other room to get my outfit. I ate quickly and took a fast shower. I pulled on the clothes, happy to see it wasn’t that different from what I normally wore for a date. True, the pants were tighter and the shirt’s neckline was. I finished and let my legs fall flat. I didn’t kiss her. I just held her face and we stared at each other, breathing. She bent down and kissed me for a long time. She sat on the bed, dabbing at her groin with a tissue and got back in to her slip. I rolled off the condom and wrapped it in a couple tissues and threw it away. When we were both fully dressed, we looked at each other again, smiling and she raised her arms in a partial shrug. We really didn’t know what to say. What can you say? “I. It all started about a year ago at a fund raising function, Candy who was working behind the bar, would lean over the bar and kiss Renee on the lips each time she came up to order a drink. Renee is a tall and very sexy 45 year old, apparently in her early days (long before our marriage six years ago), she was quite wild and had no compunction to take her clothes off at parties, but other than sharing the odd verbal fantasy, we never did anything out of the ordinary sexually. Candy was.