She seemed different, maybe it was the reality of me moving out and her not wanting to lose me albeit she wanted me to be independent, that seemed imp...rtant to her. Whatever it was I liked the new Beverley and as she pulled away I am sure I saw her glance down at the bulge under the sheet.I usually crack one off in the mornings to start off my day but my day started differently today so I sat up drinking my coffee that my sister had lovingly made for me thinking about last night and my pleasant. Then she wore a semi transparent nighty. She was looking really hot. To make her more hot I asked her to remove her bra. She obeyed my instructions. Now anyone can see her nipples through the nighty. Now thinking about the upcoming situation I could not control myself and started folding her. She was now really in a honey mood. It was 2.00pm.just then the calling bell rang.I entered inside the bed room and my wife saw in the keyhole. It was the sales man. My wife opened the door and asked him. Burleson, or Karen, as she insistedI call her had shifted her position so I could see up her skirt. Typicalteenage boy that I was, the sight transformed the flaccid tool in mypants into an uncomfortable lump. I tried looking away, but my gazealways returned. Especially when she moved again and I was able to seethat she wore no panties! There! Before my very eyes was a grown femalepussy, complete with a dark vee of hair pointing directly at her poutingpink lips!I tore my stare from under her. “May I call you soon?” he asked after exiting the front door.“Sure… when you need a whore for your next summer vacation,” I curtly replied, before closing the door.I felt drained after he had gone because every fibre of my being was aching to give in to him.‘Fuck him…’ I thought, however, ‘I cannot go through that same shit again.’The following Thursday when my phone rang, my heart skipped a beat when I heard his voice. “May I take you out to dinner tomorrow night,” he asked.“… Okay,” I replied.