I had ever since I first pulled her hair in Sunday school.So I needed to see it for myself. No, I'm not a sadist. But for two reasons, I needed to put... my own eyeballs on it. The first ... Like I said I loved her. So I had to give her the benefit of the doubt. If my marriage was going down in flames, the reasons for it had to be genuine. No he-said-she-said or misunderstandings.And the second reason was even more important. Once again, I loved the bitch. So for my own sanity ... For my ability. I settled down again and raised my skirt so the sun could shine on my legs and try and get them tanned a little, also to play on my pussy as I liked the warm rays of the sun playing on it making me feel real sexy.The story got better as time went on and I got myself a cold drink from the fridge and took it to the garden to cool myself down a little.Suddenly the door bell rang and when I went to open it I realised that the Plumber had arranged to call today to repair a small leak in the water. She felt pretty grungy after two hours of hot sweaty sex, and a nice whirlpool bath always seemed to relax her. Before stepping into the tub, Jill looked at her image in the mirror on the back of the door. At twenty three years old, she was probably at her physical peak. Smooth taut muscles, a full firm chest, blue eyes, blonde hair, the kind of body any man would kill for! Looking at herself, Jill cupped her full breasts and watched her nipples stiffen. Her pussy was still puffy from the abuse. Lucy's bangs hadbeen cut, so that they now sat at about eyebrow level. Her hair was piledhigh on her head, with curls and waves spilling out the back. Her crownhad been teased to high heaven, as Elsie had put it."Oh my god!" said Lucy, staring at her feminized brother. "You're sopretty. Your hair is so...big." Your's too sis," replied Charlie."When in Rome," Lucy giggled.At the restaurant Edna had the siblings rolling on the ground laughing, atthe stories she told about her adventures with the.