After she milked me dry, she wiped her mouth, stood up and got out of the shower. Before she left she turned around and said, “Now were even." She b...ew a kiss at me and left. I fell in the tub because my legs were too weak to stand on. God I love my sister! I pulled myself together and finished my shower. As I’m getting dressed in my room Rita comes in and grabs me from behind in a big hug. “Cant keep your hands off me huh?” “I could, but I don’t want to.” “I'd fuck you right now if we didn't’t. A red top and dark blue nails, imagine! Not this time, though. I looked pretty normal for a Thursday night: short sandblasted denim skirt, with a pink rugby shirt up top... my pink sequined bracelet on one hand that I made in class two weeks ago, and my cherry necklace. Nails a matching pink. I redid my lipgloss and pushed the hair out of my eyes -- the tiara looks SO cute on me, but screws up my hair, and came downstairs.Harris... Mr. Tyler... was there. That meant bad news. After every time. And maybe learn a few more kinky interests.Apart from her heavy drooping tits, Hazel had always had a fat prominent fanny which loved showing. But rather than staged displays she wanted to show if off to her fellow owners all the time so she bought the tightest and thinnest set of leggings she could fit in. Looking in the mirror her camel-toe was visible but she wanted it show more. As part of regular porno trips on the web, she discovered pumping and after various sessions managed to pump her. "The skirt was past my knees. "What was that?"I kept lifting, the thin cloth bunching easily above my hands. I took hold of the whole thing and pulled it boldly up to my waist. "I wore my sexiest panties. To my husband's funeral." I wiggled and grinned, showing off the thin wisp of black satin. "I thought maybe he was watching."Jeremy put his hands on my hips and pulled me towards him. I bent my legs and finished up pressed against him, kneeling on the sofa. I dropped my dress and it fell.