" Sue's definitely pretty, but she's a lot smaller than Carole. I doubtyou found anything you could fit into."I nodded, "A few tops and sweaters fit, ...ut even so, I still likelooking at her outfits and shoes." I think you make a very good Carole."I smiled in response, and Jack continued, "When I came home tonight, youlooked exactly like her. You had me almost speechless when I realized itwasn't her who was dancing."Jack's eyes bore into me, assessing me, the woman, his wife for theevening, and,. In the process I collected a dozen cell phones in one class. They were lucky I did not have a bucket of water to put them in.The Thursday class was the best one of the three. They were graduating this year, with many of them looking for a place in the world. They asked good questions with a couple of the students really into the Nimule refugee camp part of the trip.Where I had fast tracked some of the pictures in the other classes, Robin Parsons and Phil Jameson wanted to see each one and have. He skimmed through, his eyes absorbing the details when she would describe masturbating, shaving her pussy, and everything else that most brothers would never want to know about a sister. She wrote less frequently after graduation, but sometimes wrote for pages when she did. An entry about six months after her birthday caused his eyes to widen, and memories to awaken.She’d written, “I can’t believe Mom is doing this. All of my really hot panties are vanishing. I know that she’s throwing. Still grinding myself against your ass, getting closer to orgasm myself, but knowing Im going to need more. Thrusting as fast as I can I feel your second consecutive orgasm, hearing you yelp slightly as my fingers work in and out of your pulsing pussy. Removing my fingers from your pussy, bringing them up to your mouth and pushing them in between your lips, wiping your copious amounts of cum on your tongue, feeling you licking it off. Moving around to face you, looking into your eyes, noticing.