More accurately, it should be said that a lot of things are known about the affliction that is, today, called Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, but whic... has been called dozens of other things in the past: shell shock ... Battle fatigue ... cowardice ... exhaustion ... and on and on. But while much was suspected or known about each of these things, none of it was assembled and put together, because nobody understood that they were all really the same thing. Add in that different people react in. I watched red faced, mouth open, cock hard, as my mum lifted my sisters top off her and undid her bra, letting out her gorgeous tits with those big bullet hard nipples and returned to massaging the now naked breasts. As she massaged my mum bent down and with my sisters head bent back and to the side their mouths engaged in the most sensual and erotic kiss l’d ever seen. My sister got up and led my mum to the settee, they sat down and my mum instantly moved over and started to suck on my sisters. "Think we ought to give the poor little thing a try?"I pulled her leg over mine and slid into her very slowly, feeling her tongue licking my chest, the hurried pace of her breathing, the ripples in her belly, things opening and unfolding within her like secret doors."Um," she said. "I guess we will." She rolled over on top of me, and we let out bodies have control, giving our minds a rest. I felt my heartbeat slowly increase. Her innards responded, welcoming my flesh, but I did not have the. She always arrived from work complaining about a body ache, here and there, and I started to make a plan: she had some professional educational videos in her computer that we occasionally watched together, and I started studying them when I came home from school, before she arrived. It would be a great opportunity to offer myself to replace her friend, so I could not only see but also touch that wonderful body.A few days later, she arrived looking bad and complaining about a back pain. I took a.