The short, small black silk dressing gown does feel good on my naked body though it will not cover me and has no belt leaving my cock exposed. “Happ... birthday Sondra, I am at your service,” I smile instantly aroused as she enters wearing killer heels and an identical small black silk dressing gown to mine with no belt, that is also too small to fasten.“Thank you honey, I am sex starved, and you are hung, really hung,” she whispers as she strokes my erection, then my balls.I thrive on challenges. Flashes of gold light burst from her. I ignored them, forcing myself to swim faster to catch up. My legs kicked as the current swept me towards her.A roar grew. White water frothed ahead.“Come on!” I shouted, kicking harder. I wasn't going to let my sister die.Fear kept my limbs moving. My legs splashed water behind me, my cupped hands digging into the frothy river, propelling me faster. I sucked in a breath, coughing as I swallowed river water. I didn't let that stop me.The roar grew louder,. We were definitely from opposite poles and I struggled to find some subject of conversation that would elicit a meaningful interchange between us.He saved me by asking, So, the big day is a week away. Are you getting nervous?" Yes sir, I think I am. It's a big thing in a man's life." If it gives you any consolation, so was I, but you should know that all grooms are the same way. Standing up in front of your friends, relatives and future in-laws and her family and vowing to love one another. That evening I waited for her to get her drink ready before she went up to bed, then took the opportunity to pop two of the tablets into her drink, whilst she was having her shower which she always took just before going to bed.“I’m going up to bed now John” She said as she took her glass of milk upstairs with her. “Don’t be long in coming up now” “I won’t” I replied. Janet; my so called Auntie, always slept with the bedroom door slightly open, which was very good for me because I would be able.