“Hey Mike, I’m proud for you. Here is your reward for your hard work. Go ahead and look,” she says handing me the package.“Maybe I could…�...��“No, open them now. Understand?” she says firmly.“Yes, ma’am.”Seeing no choice I slide the photos out, six in all. The top photo is a full frontal one of an overweight naked woman with short hair without style and glasses that the 1960’s called to get back. The breasts drooping quite a bit which I did not know was possible with boobs so small. The next. She liked the way it showed off her figure; it was almost as good as a pair of leggings when she was walking. But it limited movement a little. And it sure seemed drafty in the office with the A/C on.She ran her hands down her hips, smoothing the lines of the skirt, and picked up her coffee mug. Time to go by I.T. and-Marta stopped. Looked around. She touched her hip again.What the fuck?There was no way. Just no way that she’d forgotten again. She was certain she remembered putting on her blue. We actually were there to buy some clothes for my sweet baby sister.“Ooh, this would look REALLY cute on Becca!” mom exclaimed as she held up a really small shirt.My baby sister Rebecca was 13, in the 8th grade, and took after mom in the looks department. An early bloomer, she was sitting on a solid set of 32B tits, was about 5’0”, and clearly inherited the slut gene from mom. She had been sucking and fucking herself on my cock since she was 7, and since we’d both grown up our whole lives. Suddenly, I remembered I had not seen Ana and Leyla for a long while. I needed some fresh air; so I told Matthew that I was going outside and he joined me.Matthew then told me he had put a couple of poppers in our wives’ drinks. I asked him if he had got crazy; but he just laughed.I got angry with him and said we were leaving.But Matthew begged me to calm down and I finally accepted one of his poppers. I felt really relaxed after a while.I finally told him to get a couple new drinks and join.