So guess what she calls me... I went into her room and looked around to see if she needed my help to move something. My sister came into her room afte... me and sat on her bed. She then just sat there for a while while I stood wondering what she was thinking."Look, um." She took a deep breath, then quickly stood up and started to take off her shirt. She was wearing a small white bra which she also took off as well. "Sis, what the f*ck are you doing? Stop!" I pleaded. But my sister didn't.She then. As Alistair’s hand wondered up to Emma’s breasts Emmas hands drifted down to Alastair’s crotch gently she began to massage his member feeling the rigidness form and the bulge start to appear in his trousers My what a big boy you are getting she said as her fingers nimbly unfastened his belt, top button of his trousers then undid his zip with her hand so they fell to the floor now the only thing between her hand and his cock were his pants through which she rubbing his cock . As Emma’s. Sensing this and being wonderfully demanding, Madame came to me and nonchalantly began to caress my breast, sipping delicately at her sherry. With my suddenly free hand, I took up the neglected phallus she had used on my earlier and used it to rub my clitoris. Madame rolled my nipple between her satin-encased fingers as I rode myself to a screaming orgasm. Still sipping her sherry, Madame excused me for the night and as I dressed to go to my room, I watched her consider the wet phallus for some. Since Aunt Molly died, I reckon." You've put on some weight. How's that romance going? When you going to marry that Foster girl?" Oh, soon I hope, I reckon. It's up to her folks. They know how we feel. I think they're kind of hoping somebody better comes along, least her father is, somebody that was on their side anyways." She is a pretty little thing." Makes good cornbread and turnovers too," Ned smiled. "Now what'd you come down here for, Uncle Alex? Talk about girls?" Shame 'bout the war.