Brian turned but stopped. He looked down at himself again. Nothing wrong with what he was wearing. He pitied his mother for a second. Poor thing had l...st it. Then he waited for her to smile. She was in on that joke.It took a second to register the words, and a few more to connect them. She'd said: "his sister's best dress." connecting that with the dress he was wearing. It was his dress. It also took him a second more, beyond those other seconds, to realize his mother was in his father's. We did his ofren till he wanted to put his cock in me.One day he was sucking me,when my little sis came in.She was 9,just starting pubertyalso.Her hand wen to her swellin pussy and a warm stream of pee flowed out.Hes sucking me,want him to do u?Her little pussywas open and he wanred it.He had lay next to her,rub the head of his cock between her lips.The tip went in whenhe pulled out.He sucked her.She moaned and a few drops of pee came out.He put hi cock to her hole and filled her litte pussy. -When I came downstairs for breakfast the next morning, imagine the feast served out for my eyes. I was, and still am, sexually hungry, very hungry, with needs that didn't even enter her mind. I was her sweet innocent little girl and the fact that I was staring at her didn't make her think it was anything more than absent daydreaming. -I watched her as she cooked on the stove with the sun entering through the window making a silhouette and defining her firm toned body. She bent over to get. She had noticed how my tendency to man spread hadattracted the attention of other ladies and I had a wandering eye.A few days later I told Christine that I had to stay late at work. Thiswas the first time I had cheated on Christine.So I was not the perfect husband you say? You think I got what Ideserved for cheating on my wife? Well you are right, I did get what Ideserved, but it was not like you think. Christine was a bit ofperfectionist. My life was a case of "Trop Belle pour toi" - have.