"Why?" she responded as she wiped her pussy and flushed the toilet. "I never close the door."That was true, she always kept the bathroom door open, ev...en when she showered. Kevin thoroughly enjoyed walking by and seeing her towel off her glistening body."What's with you?" she asked, reaching for a towel and drying her wet hair, not bothering to cover herself up. She must've just showered before he came in."I just have to go really bad." Kevin practically ran to the toilet after his sister had. When Guy didn’t speak, the man went on. ‘But, that’s the thing, ya know. I got this girl in there, and damned if they won’t let me see her.’ Guy lowered his eyes, his muscles burning under the strain of the load. Despite the foreman’s chatter buzzing in his ears, the work felt good. ‘Shame,’ he replied. Less said the better, came his father’s voice in his mind. It was the only thing his father ever said, in fact. Unfortunately, Evers didn’t need much to go on. ‘Damn shame, yah right! See, how’s. It was in her mouth of course, as her lips curled up slightly. It was even in her hair, which seemed to dance around her face. She was feeling happy, content, satisfied even. For the last months, ever since her husband died last winter, she'd been struggling to get by. Working hard to keep alive. Doing all her chores, all her work. And she was always alone. Not that she'd cared for the company of the people here; they still felt as strangers. This was her husband's home, not hers. Well it was. Again she moved slightly, I got afraid and took my hands away from her. I was literally staring at her boobs and wanted to suck them so hard. Her boobs are not so big, but it was so good. After a few minutes, I again placed my hands over her boobs and started feeling it. I was in heaven touching those soft boobs.But somewhere in my mind, I was thinking it is wrong but my sexual urge suppressed that. I placed my hand between her boobs and started to feel those melons that my mom had on her.