I hurried up to her bedroom and caught my breath after all this time I had made it in to her bedroom though on my own. I looked in the first drawer bu... it was not it, then the second then the third and there they were. All laid out neatly mainly white brassierres, knickers, and tights all on top. Carefullly and remembering how they were, I lifted out the top ones to see what lay beneath. As I progressed I found a white suspender belt and then a cream one, realy good ones, deep panelled with. I was sure she regretted what had happened with him, and over and over I debated the idea of telling her that she had nothing to feel guilty about, that I had even done my best to ensure it had happened by pretending to fall asleep.In the end, as it had the potential to cause embarrassment within the family, I reluctantly decided it would be better for all concerned if I never let on that I know what happened.Then, four months after my brother’s visit, something happened that would change. " I looked at Erin.She visibly relaxed, "Don't yell like that when I'm driving. I thought we were about to be hit." She reached behind her seat and pulled out a small purse. From it she retrieved her cell phone. I watched the road and her nervously as she dialed. She didn't bother talking on it after dialing; she handed it to me instead."Hello? Erin?" No It's Ral." Oh, is the date over already?" Well, dinner is, but something dawned on me when Erin suggested getting protection for tonight." Oh.. Marsella responded by clutching my hands and guiding them to places where she felt more desirable. She let me undo her blouse from the front and then her bra from the back, giving me more freedom to feel and massage her tits. I liked lifting them up and then squeezing them gradually till I was at the nipples. I bent over her shoulder and she let me suck them too. Without fuss, she unzipped my fly and sprang my tool – now beginning to harden with excitement. As I stood before her, she unbuckled.