I was convinced that after college she was the woman I was going to marry, and we'd live happily ever after. Of course, that was before I came home on... night and found her in my parents' living room on her hands and knees while my older brother Dennis rammed his cock in and out of Jodi's ass.Pissed off doesn't even begin to describe how I felt. I screamed at them until Dennis retreated to his room and Jodi ran out the door without even putting her underwear back on. I cried myself to sleep with. She would take it asa compliment. But that wouldn't be the way it was meant at all.Claire had weathered the intervening years. It wasn't time that was theenemy, but the struggle against change that took its toll. Claire had thehard, determined, shellacked look of someone set in their way, in theirthinking, in their certainty. A kind of rigor mortis of the spirit showedin the hard look of her smooth albeit lifeless face.Marcia summed this all up in the time it took to cross the polishedairport. Without any hesitation, i moved my hands down, pushing the bra straps at the same time. I then massaged her arms. Mom didn't move or speak as I lightly rubbed her arms, shoulders, then back, that is, as far down as i could get. It was frustrating. I wanted her tits much more available as I widened my massage. Without asking, I carefully undid two more clasps down her bra. I was probably only halfway down her longline bra, but I was down far enough for her breasts to be free, however, still. Her cute little breasts strained against the tight suit, which had been purchased to fit her before puberty had even crossed her mind. As she turned, I caught my breath – the suit had partially worked its way between her tight little buns, making each cheek into a separate shiny, wet, blue treasure. I again felt my cock swell, and I had actually taken an involuntary step forward when the door opened behind me and I almost jumped out of my skin."Mike, are you ready?" my wife startled me. My god,.