I could see her nighty through the opening in her robe and enjoyed the sight of the silkiness covering her boobs, but this was a tough question. She s...oke again, "do you think about how you look in them or how they feel." I think about how they feel against my skin. I imagine rubbing against someone wearing them and touching them with their silky knickers." Who are you imagining?" she quizzed.I paused, looked down and said, "I think about you, mum."She inhaled sharply not expecting that answer.. It was too much for me. My hopes to hold it back just a little longer were dashed when I heard my s*s tell Mommy how happy she would be to be knocked up like this. I screeched in ecstasy, telling Mommy just in time that she could cum too, before the first squirt flooded my sister’s womb.It was even better than when I’d impregnated Mommy. My toes curled and my hands left large bruises on my sister’s skin as gush after thick, sticky gush rushed into her. A pure eternity of bliss unlike any I’d. He was average in every department but sex was amazing.He used to do this thing that I loved and I have never really had since. He would go down on me (he loved that) and after giving me a couple of crazy orgasms (that’s patience and experience for you) he would clamber unceremoniously on top of me and get inside me. I was so wet and slippery by then and he was so aroused it was in amazingly easy and once fully inside me I would have another mini-orgasm. Then he would gently and patiently begin. In contrast to his desire for smooth hairless skin, he insisted that hemust keep his hair at least shoulder length and we had been to this samesalon countless times over the summer until he had just the right cut,color, and high-lights. He kept it perfectly shampooed and used a widevariety of styling products and even begged me to let him use my curlingiron, so the ends would curl under to frame his face. It all seemed soextreme to me, but since women's fashions had moved away from.