I always enjoyed touching myself right out of the shower. It was so relaxing to me. I was still a little wet and I felt cool as a breeze from the wind...w covered my body and made my pink nipples harden up. Mmm, I moaned. I let my fingertip intrude into my pussy lips and felt the moisture surrounding it. I dug the finger a little deeper and let it move around. I used my other hand to trace a line up from my belly button to my chest. My skin felt so smooth and my nipple invited my touch as I. I grabbed a t-shirt, pulling it down over my fat breasts, almost as large as my head, and down over my hanging belly. I kept my gaze away from the mirror while I did. It was a struggle to fit into my jeans but I managed to slip the top button shut, sliding my flip-flops onto my bare feet. With a deep breath I pulled open my underwear drawer and dug around in the back until I found the set of keys, still attached to its bright blue lanyard, and shoved it deep into my rear pocket. My phone I. She wasn't."Do you have plans for next weekend? Are you going to be there?" I'll be here as far as I know. Why, have you heard something to the contrary?"Wanda didn't respond to my question for a few seconds. "I'm coming to see you," she said, simply and with no inflection in her voice."Ah, you've heard about my Friday night parties and want to get in on the fun," I said jokingly, wanting to give her confidence to continue. What the hell did she want from me? I was distracted by an incoming. I put my arm around her as we walked. I could feel her hips flexing and moving against my thigh and under my hand; my cock regained some of its former glory. We were still feeling the effects of the Holiday cheer when we got home. Mom greeted us at the door then listened raptly while my sister filled her in on the details. Not all the details, there was no mention of her children making out like newlyweds with each other. I got ready for bed while Holly finished her Christmas story. I.