“I can feel the difference on my clit,” she said, meeting his thrusts.Timmy was trying to teach Karen the finer points of the video game he was pl...ying, then asked her an innocent question. “Is it alright if I call you Aunt Karen? I know you’re not my real Aunt, but I would like to be able to instead of saying Mrs. Hayward all the time.”“I’d love for you to call me, Aunt Karen,” she replied, kissing his head.“Aunt Karen, can I talk to you?”“Of course you can honey,” she smiled.“I’m worried. She bends over and gives me a long lingering kiss. She must be allbetter!"Good morning Caitie, you?re looking well." I am feeling a lot better sweetheart, but I reckon there?s still acouple days to go, but the worst is totally over," she says giving meanother kiss."And I?m so glad to see you in cute pigtails again, you should wear yourhair like that more often, especially with a big pair of hoop earrings,you looked so adorable the day we first met. The only thing that wasmissing was a nice. We began dating, of course. Soon, being together became an imperative. But the sex was, sadly, not matched by our passion. So we began to explore.We had enormous fun with role-play. "Meet you at the bar at third floor of the restaurant on Delaware and Clark, babe. You be the strange woman in black, I'll be the unsuspecting businessman. Let's see what happens, then."These games led to absurd levels of fun. In my wildest dreams, I wouldn't have imagined myself doing some of the things we did in. Ok. Ok! We'll both put on nighties," I said.I was defeated by my four year old step-sister."Yes!" she cheered.She snatched up the nightie, sat on the bed, and patted it where shewanted me to sit. I smiled and sat next to her."Lift your arms," she commanded.I did and in a moment my head was wrapped in pink. She tugged on it a fewtimes and it actually fell over my shoulders and down my body. I waswearing her nighty. I wasn't even a little tight in the chest orshoulders and flowed loosely over my.