Nikki quit moving for moments then her thighs began to quiver. The climax radiated from her legs across her stomach and breasts then escaped from her...as a soft, pulsing song of rapture. My sister's orgasm set my own in motion and again I gushed repeatedly into Nikki's deep tender cunt. I pulsed so hard and rapidly I thought my nuts were moving in to live with her.Maybe the hardest thing I had ever done in my life was to get off my sister’s bed that morning. I was ready to stay with her until. Swearing to himself, he took a mental note to chastise them over dinner and to practice their aim for the future. Gary paused before releasing the garments; his curiosity peaked as to whose clothes these were.Recognizing the fuchsia top as his wife’s Evelyn’s, he dropped it into the hamper. He shook out the teal coloured wad until it took the shape of a pair of panties and by its size knew it had to belong to one of his daughters. For some reason Gary studied the panties, taking in their dainty. She and I are very close friends and have been friends ever since we were 12 years old. Though we hadn't always lived near each other, we always stayed in contact. We shared most all of our life experiences with each other, all our ups and downs. I was there for her when her parents broke up and had their continual fights. I was at her wedding and when her children were baptized, and the same, she's been my shoulder to cry on, every time I was suffering from one more love lost, and when my. We spent the next hour in various stores, trying on outfits and purchasing the ones Sheila approved of. Her theme was pretty consistent- short dresses, low-cut tops, sexy bras that held up and pushed out my boobs and no panties whatsoever. In fact, the only bottom she allowed me was the thong half of a very skimpy bikini, one obviously meant for a much smaller woman. “For you to wear while mowing the lawn,” Sheila giggled.Sheila also bought me several pairs of heels, and lots of stockings to go.