We both make a decent living, me in the stone business, her as a part time masseuse for a chiropractor in town, we struggle from time to time, but we ...et by, own a fairly nice home. I work hard, I don't drink too much, gave up pot years ago, I never cheated , only blemish on our clean marriage was a bout I had gambling on sports or just about anything else, I almost lost everything, I swore to give it up and did for years (hard to do with the mohegan Sun 20 minutes away), even had to give up. Dark as it was, Peter wasn't able to catch the growing lump in his sister's tiny light blue cotton panties. As she pulled them down, Peter gasped. Where he had expected to see a young cunt, he saw a semi-erect dick in its place. "Don't act like you don't love it. I was born this way, and you're clearly not complaining." As she pointed to his rock hard dick. Peter turned red again, ashamed. Peter couldn't deny the truth in his sister's words. She was right, for some strange reason, it was. "Connie baby," I said sliding into her again. "What if your mother knew about this and was not mad at all? Would that bother you or would you like that?"Connie almost commented rashly, but thought it over and said, "Well...if she knew you and I were fucking...and if she agreed you could fuck me whenever you or I wanted...that would be pretty cool."Quietly her mother said, "Connie." I watched as her daughter looked to the door. She pulled away from me and shrieked. Her mother walked into. ”“Are those the ones where the women stay dressed but make the men get naked?”She rubbed a braless tit. “Yeah. That’s fun to think about: playing with men’s penises while I’m totally in control.”“You sound like a fun woman. How come you’re reading about dominating men instead of doing it?”“I live in Bumfuck, Tennessee. Everyone in this town has to take a virginity pledge, and anyone caught breaking it is sent to prison.”“Wow. That sounds draconian.”“I’d move out if I could afford to. Damn, I.