He was long stroking her and it looked like he was gonna blow her back out with the length he buried in her. I could hear her pussy gushing as she be...an to squirt all over the place. He just kept pounding her like he was trying to drive her through the bed. He flipped her over onto her back and pulled her legs up over his shoulders and continued to fuck her hard and deep. Her moans turned to screams as you could tell he was knocking the bottom out of her little white married pussy with each. "Of course, the other damsel in distress," the tiny woman, Sumalee, he had called her, smiled and jumped up. "Naturally she is gorgeous." It's in my contract," he rumbled. "All the ladies I rescue have to be gorgeous. It's worked so far." Oh you," she scoffed. "Sit the poor girl down, Daniel. She looks like she is about to fall. Are you all right? Did they let you of the hospital too soon? I saw what Daniel's back looked like even after the healing; I can only imagine what it was like to be in. We'd have to get those things when we got there. Aside from those, though, I had accumulated a very-nice wardrobe.Then we went to my room to see which of my clothes fit her. I meant to change back into boys clothes before leaving her room, but forgot, and ended up going in the spandex shorts and tight spaghetti-stringed belly-button-revealing top that I was wearing. She didn't mention anything about this, and by the time I realized it, she was already half way through my wardrobe, and I decided. My widowed, pretty, funny, intelligent sister.My compatible, widowed, pretty, funny, intelligent sister.And as I sit here on this sofa with her clad in her pajama top, sitting on my lap, leaking just a little, we’ve done SOMETHING four times in the last sixteen hours. Something. Fucked. Had sex. Made love. Something.I haven’t EVER fucked. Ex-wife might’ve FUCKED me, but I spent years with her thinking I was making love.This creature in my lap, curled up, sexy, warm, and all too apparently.