She was fortunate to have hips and thighs that didn't easily gain weight. Her midriff had the normal female curves, pronounced by childbirth, and her ...breasts, always the magnet to my eyes and hands, looked perfect. Her breasts were 38C's, and although she was self-conscious that her tits no longer stood firm from her chest as they had when she was a teenager, the natural sagging that had lowered their placement made her all the more real to me. She wasn't an "untouchable" pin-up girl, complete. He tried walking the way he usually did, a long, sort masculine stride, and _that_ didn't seem right.Fairy Godmother handed him a purse that also matched his dress. He looked inside and found his wallet, some make-up, and some change in a small purse.He took out the wallet and looked for his school ID. He couldn't find it, but he did find a Student Bus Pass. The picture looked the way he looked now, and his name was spelled J-E-R-I. His last name was listed as Whiting, his mother's maiden. Greg came up behind me. He put his arms around my body, cupping my breasts. I leaned my head back, hooding my eyelids as I waited for Larry to remove his pants. I didn't know why, but I was anxious to see my brother strip. Kim knelt on the floor. She unfastened Larry's jeans, lowered his zipper, and tugged his pants down his legs. I sighed when I saw the bulge in his tight white briefs. Greg kissed my neck, distracting me.The four of us shared nervous glances. I turned in Greg's arms,. And her reaction would have sizzled a video, as she hooked her outer leg behind my thighs and ground up against me. Kissing me passionately, her fingers on my back actually carefully scratching my skin, as her other hand pulled my hair. Almost painfully, and later on, I even saw some of my hair on the sheets, she had pulled it out in her passion.But she was obviously loving it, as was I. I have no idea how long I fucked her into the bed, but feeling her small body under mine, I knew what I.