When I saw what I have been dreaming of for years, and jacking off too I just had to do something. I walked up behind her placing my hands on her stil... firm ass cheeks, and she didn't say a word, which I though was weird. So I ran my fingers over her pussy lips and still not a word. I though well fuck it, and started playing with her clit making her moan and as I pushed two fingers inside of her and felt how wet she was already. That's when I though I would just see how far she would let me go.. I figured a nineteen-year-old boy didn’t have enough life experience to offer any advice. Besides, I’d never been married so what did I know? Now I was thinking that I couldn’t possibly go through with what I wanted to do. It would really be bad for me to take advantage of her now. When she was gathering herself again and the sobbing was dissipating I hugged her on the bed and she hugged back. My little pal stood at attention once more. So I took a chance and kissed her on the cheek. She turned. "Did you see our kids today, Sarah? Did you see how much fun they were having? When Kathy came out in that cute outfit, she was beaming, that is until you started to make her feel bad about it. That's over, Sarah, done." Are you telling me that you think it's okay for our daughter to show her breasts to her brother and anyone else that's around to see them?" They're just tits, Sarah. Besides, she wasn't showing them to anyone." When her outfit got wet, you could see right through it, Jack. You. Her entourage ofcheerleaders always surrounded her at lunch time, and she would never stoopto acknowledging us at school. At nineteen I was clueless but would laterlearn, as with most bitches like Beth, it was just a major lack ofself-confidence on their part. "When? Where? Why? How the fuck did you even...?" and then I juststopped. "Well" she explained "our moms were best friends in high school, so wehang out at their house a lot. We have barbecues around the pool and stayup late.