The incongruity of this usually prim and proper woman dancing in my club struck me, and I had to stifle a chuckle."Last night I went to see Harold," s...e started. "I realized that if I truly cared for him, I had to confess what we had done." She paused to hiccup a couple times before continuing. "He then informed me that he already knew. He said he didn't care about me or who I screwed, and only used me for a fuck toy." Betty broke out in tears again, and I hugged her back to me, thinking that. I never ceased to be amazed at the way the inner Martha Jane could suck on my fingers in her. I asked, "Did that feel good?" Yes. Bend your finger again, like that. Bend it back and forth inside. Yes. Keep doin' that."We continued for a while, but it soon became uncomfortable standding. She pulled away and got undressed. Before climbing into bed she removed my underwear and had me sit up against a pillow that she placed against the headboard. Then, naked in the moonlight, she lay before me on. Shaken, shocked and shivering with panic and with both hands now around and covering my still oozing cock I shuffled across the room until I could reach the towel and immediately found myself in a dilemma; to remove my hands to grab the towel or to expose myself.I spun away from my sister's gaze and quickly snatched the towel up to cover my penis, then quickly I realised that no way would the towel do much more than cover my genitals. It certainly wouldn't wrap around me; It was just a small. I am 24 years old, I am quite short only 5 foot exactly. I had married alady Bernice who was 15 years my senior, she proposed to me on leap yearday, Bernice was tall 6 foot 1, and she had a daughter, Karen who was 20years old, and as tall as her mother. Bernice's husband had passed awayin an airplane crash. Bernice and I were in a car accident which Isurvived and Bernice lost her life.I began to boss Karen around ordering her to do things for me. She beganto say things like I was really.