My b*o and Niya went inside the airport building to receive them, and brought all bags and luggage. When they came back to the car, I had to step out ...to load the luggage inside the car. After the luggage was loaded and the guest sat inside, there was no place for me. So I told my brother to leave me there and I would come by some other means or take a cab. From the looks on Niya’s mom’s face, I could feel that she did not have good opinion about me because I wasn’t dressed decently. In fact, I. Brenda's skirt was hiked up just above her cunt and exposing about half her ass. While her Master's back was turned she pulled the skirt up to her waist and slid across the seat to the open door. She stepped one foot on the ground spreading her legs, then leaned over until the fabric on the front of her dress drooped exposing her tits. She looked up to see her Master holding out his hand and the doorman staring wide eyed behind him. She took her Masters hand and stepped out of the car. Brenda. My wife’s older sister, Jean was also devastated with my wife’s death and after about a week she would come over and we would mourn Louise together. Jean was a little over a year older than Louise but they were close enough in age. They were raised together and the only two offspring from their parents. As they got out of high school and on into life they only grew closer as sisters with each depending on the other.Jean had been a waitress and food server in restaurants most of her life but. ......we both wanted to do it, but my one experience at age thirteen was so icky, I didn't know what to do next...........not that that stopped me, of course.........". "I told Rachel about Bruce. I thought he liked me....and that was important. We didn't share everything, but one afternoon, after we had been "fooling around", that is what we called it when we had our clothes off and were on top of each other. A few weeks before, we had figured out how to make each other come with our tongues.