So I let Shary continue to get her off. I figured that once Mary climaxed, Larry could have a turn then I would too. That would give her three orgasms... one from each of us.Finally Mary stiffened up and threw her legs around Shary's head and screamed "I'm cummmmmmmmmmmmmmmm ... ing." And then when limp. I had Shary back off so she could recover."Larry are you ready to do that for your sister?" I asked."You bet dad! Shary what was it like? Did she taste good? She didn't hurt you when she squeezed. Now fear was not the only emotion she was beginning to feel. A feeling of passion started to fill her body. At this moment she felt a little tug on her left breast and nipple. The coldness from her neck and mouth moved down her body to her round, perky breasts and nipples. As she looked down she could actually see impressions on both her breasts as if someone was squeezing them. As freaky as this was, fear was slowly being replaced by arousal. It began to matter less to her that she could not. I can't very easily explain to every beancounter in the CSIRO, can I?" You said 'dear.'" And?" And I loved it!" I got another super hug and kiss. "I'm really beginning to like this a lot. Is this the way you treat your fiances?" Every one of them!" Had enough to eat and drink?" Yes. I just want to pee. You toss your stuff into the Rover. I'll do a bill on my way out."I zipped and buckled the top of my pack, put the key on the counter, and went outside. It was a tad over 30 and just about 9 am.. She had established his and Nina’s status in less than two minutes. Leslie told them her story. Her name, until she woke up in Leslie’s body, had been Thelma Higgins. Thelma was a social worker in New York City. The daughter of share-croppers in rural Alabama, she and her husband had migrated to Harlem in the fifties. Thelma worked her way through Fordham University, taught school by day, and attended graduate school in the evenings. It took her seven years to earn her masters in social work..