I spent that summer hoping to see her naked again and made it a point to sneak up to the bathroom when ever I could. I wished I could see her up close...and in detail instead of from the second floor bathroom window.Then later that year we moved to Watervliet because Mom and Dad got divorced. I hated her for breaking up our family. She proved to be a slut and went running for the first cock that came her way. When we moved to 3rd ave, the apartment was older and had the old fashioned keyed locks.. Inevitably, her stiff nipples squeezed intimately against Jackie's well-filled blouse and Sissy's eyes widened again as the tingling sensations returned then surged to her loins. She twitched licentiously and unthinkingly thrust her urgent prick against Jackie's pencil skirt. It was only then that she realised the stiffening feeling was not an erection at all. Her newly shrunk clitoris was endowed with all the sensations of a penis but it was a total misconception. Jackie felt Sissy's failed. Really, she could not go out on such a special date wearing navy-blue ‘passion killers’. The only thing to do was look to see if there was anything more elegant in her mother’s bedroom. There was one drawer filled with lovely undies that her mother could no longer fit into since the onset of ‘middle age spread’. She didn’t mind her daughter borrowing any of them as long as they were laundered and replaced neatly afterwards. Searching through her mother’s drawer, she found a pair of dainty,. And when I touched it, it also felt much better again.For the rest of the day, the routine of the previous week started again. I would watch over Sandy while Loesje had her two kids to look after. However, we would stay together for the rest of the week, because the kids seemed to like each other's company.In the evening, I had a visit of Martha at my bungalow. I was surprised when she showed up at my door.We went sitting on the sofa, and after I had taken us both something to drink. She asked.