He was down on his haunches towering over me, 'Right you can get out of your clobber and earn your beers', adding, 'we're alone, no ones going to see ...ou', and I began to panic.'Come on sweetheart, I just wanna see you', and he reached out, took hold of my boob tube and yanked it over my breasts, I sat exposed, dumbfounded and unable to move to protect my modesty, my nipples were huge.He seemed unperturbed at mt breast exposure, disinterested even and I felt disappointed he was seeing me in my. At the entrance to the hospital there was a shop that was run by the hospital volunteers, and usually there would be two ladies manning the counter. I would buy a daily paper from them and have a chat. One of the ladies was called Pam, and I guessed her age to be around late fifties to early sixties. She looked good for her age and looked after herself and took pride in her appearance. She stood about 5'4'' slim with long brown hair that she always wore up, she wore very smart clothes and high. I am Mark Mathews.I was raised in Ohio, USA, in a Catholic household and my mother ruled the roost. My father, a hard working man, had absolutely no backbone when it came to my mother. If they fought, my mother would always, and I mean always, win. As far as his children went, we stayed out of his way mostly. When he got home, he was exhausted and spent most of his time in his chair sleeping. The only time he really participated in things with his children was Boy Scouts. I often felt he was. She then kept my tool in between her boobs and i moved it up and down. And i ejected in her face.She asked me whether i have condoms. I said yes. I know where it is. My parents used to have sex every weekend and i know exactly where my father used to keep the condoms. I took it and wrapped it around my tool and inserted it in my sister. She was shivering in pain and enjoyment. I could feel her shiver and started to move inside and out in to her. She was thrilled and told me to hug her tightly..