"Exactly. I told Bob that gay men are as much real men as he was. He'snot going to think of himself as a real man anymore now he's going towear his ...irst dress! I have the perfect outfit. And I also told himthat many straight men were crossdressers. Men just like him. I wouldbet him that the most manly man he knew, your Phyllis, would be in adress before the evening was out and if she was so would he be."Then she twisted the phrase we would always use about honoring a betwhen one of us. She held herarms out to me. I dropped to my knees between herspread legs and lowered myself on top of her. Hernaked tits pressed into my bare chest. We kisseddeeply as my cock rubbed against her pussy. It foundit’s way to her opening without guidance, as if it hadbeen born knowing the way, like it was coming home. I pushed into my sister’s pussy slowly butfirmly. Her hands clawed my back as I split her lips. She was tight, the tightest I’d ever experienced. She told me later that my. The lights were dimmed and veils were draped over most of the furniture. Many of them also hung from the ceiling. The table was small and around and a large crystal ball stood at its center. There were only two chairs. One was empty. In the other sat the fortune teller.“Have a seat and let me tell you about your future,” she said in a voice that could only be fake. It took all the strength I had to keep from laughing. It was all so silly.I sat across from her. She stared at me for the longest. I had a very strong urge to fuck both of them right then.Mother moved over and said, "I've tried our best to give you both a good education on many different subjects but now I feel that it's time to teach you both about what will be a very, very important part of your lives -- the enjoyment of good sex. Before your father passed we felt that this was an important topic that was best if we actually shown than talked about." She began by explaining the basic stuff that both Sierra and I already.