From the stickiness of my lipstick, to the sound of my heels clicking onthe concrete. I could feel my sheerness nylons gently brushing andrubbing agai...st each other as they sent shivers of delight through me.The restriction of my gait due to my skirt, the silky layers below andthe ever present tightness of my corset and of course the now sheerphysical presence of plug filling me and moving teasingly to theslightest sway of my hips. I was on overload. A joyous, gloriousoverload!I think I was. She made her way back through the house to be certain the front for was locked. as she turned to go back upstairs, by the door, she noticed a pair of white men’s shoes that she never saw before.Stricken with fear she instantly backed away and turned to get back to the kitchen. not only because that’s where the phone was, but she knew the box of silverware was right by the sink. Unfortunately before she had the chance to even take a step, she feels him behind her his arms wrap around her tightly. And I also noticed that you are quite a big boy now! Are you going to tell me about these different positions? Perhaps you could demonstrate them to me?" No, I'm NOT going to demonstrate them! You're my little sister, for christs sake!"She got to her feet and sashayed out of my room, deliberately rolling her hips and swaying her bottom at me. At the door, she turned round, smiled, and blew me a kiss."Maybe I'm not that little any more?"This was not looking at all good. I probably had created a. .. 'STOP'. What the fuck was I thinking? I had just fucked my wife's sister, inadvertently pissing all over our marriage vows, and now here I was thinking about finding an opportunity to do it again? No. This had to stop. Despite my best efforts, I had a sort of half erection all day at work, unable to get my smoking hot sister in law out of my mind. I staggered through the rest of the day until quitting time, failing to get any real actual work done along the way. I drove home, heart.