"How's the dressmaking going?" I asked innocently."Fine up to a point," she answered, "but I need your help." Sure," I said. "Anything I can do to he...p." If I had known what Iwas getting myself in for I might not have been so quick to agree."I need you to wear some things for me while I do the final alterations.There's no way I can try them on myself and get things right." She wasusing her cutest pout and she knew I could never resist, but I tried!"I don't exactly have the right shape for. "Jess," said Chrissy rocking his wife awake, "I think it'stime" Chris shouted. Jess instantly rose up out of bed alarmed and got asuitcase from the closet"Let's go hun. You're lucky I thought ahead and packed a suitcase foryou."Jess escorted Chrissy out to the car as he stumbled to gain his balance.The pain was intense and it kept coming in waves. They drove as fast asthey could to the hospital and Jess gave Dr. Ramirez a call to let herknow it was happening. Chrissy was checked in and a nurse. Both eighteen years old, the daughters of Eric's sisters, visiting our home for Thanksgiving. It was the first time we'd seen them in five years and they'd changed beyond all recognition. No longer the gawky, awkward, chubby thirteen year olds from that family vacation in Florida. The pair had grown into beautiful women, sensual creatures with full breasts and long, long legs.Oh God, why did they have to wear pantyhose?From the moment I'd seen them step out of their moms' cars, from the second. Placing one knee on the window sill and using the curtain for leverage, I let my free hand roam. A soft moan escapes my lips as my middle finger targets my mound, My mind wanders back to you and how hard you get at the sight of me. Heat is now radiating from my sex and it's dripping onto my inner thigh, I figure it's time to lay back down and really get things going. I waste no time as my back touches the blanket, my fingers have found their home deep inside of me. With my free arm I prop.