At first the last thing I wanted was to even think of sex, I was so tired. I’m still tired but now I’ve been thinking of sex more and more. I lo...ked at myself in the mirror for the first time since shortly after the birth and I was happily surprised at what I saw: My belly had shrunk quite a bit and I was good about not overeating during the pregnancy and so I didn’t gain much weight aside from the baby and all this healthy eating and drinking water has helped out. I’m not in the shape I. Not looking so prissy now are we?" I look up through tear filledeyes at her grinning face, "Oh so professional you were, like trying tohide your stocking tops, and your like subtle make up and hair shit...sitting pretty, being such a good girl... pretending not to be a dirtyslut like me..."I scowl around the gag at her giggling face, this is all her fault! Iwant to respond, but I can't... and I have to rise above it. I take awipe out of my little clutch bag and wipe my eyes clean, before. A sweatytowel or a water bottle. If we’re really lucky, maybe aworkout suit or some… unmentionables.” She shoved himinto the room. “We’ll split the findings fifty-fifty.”As Jamie searched the room, he was briefly struck by theweirdness of it all. Here he was in a dress with hissister, searching a weight room for sweaty leftovers ofweight lifting super-women. Problem was, whoever cleanedup last did a good job. There was nary a towel to befound, much less any. The young guy had been lifting weights and now he was going to mow the lawn. What a great sight for my hungry eyes…I slowly dipped a finger inside of my heating cunt and watched as he made pass after pass in the yard, his arms flexed in front of him as he pushed the mower. I could feel myself dripping down my thighs now, the fresh breeze still blowing straight between my thighs. But, the cool air was no competition for the mind blowing heat radiating between my thighs.I lifted a leg onto the.