Seeing him move her in the mirror, feeling him against her tits and her entire front, filled and emptied by the motions, her arousal peaked.She saw he...rself shake in the mirror as the lightning struck. He grabbed her shoulder with one hand, but he kept the other hand supporting her ass. All that motion aroused her even more, and the lightning struck again. Then she felt him pulse inside her.He slowly lowered them both to the floor. She had the corner of the closet doorway supporting her back.. He wasn’t sure how he could get out of the nurse’s office without her seeing it. His ankle was still sore and now, because of what Mrs. Tate was doing, his legs were so shaky he didn’t think they would hold him up. Heidi got to her feet and, walking like a zombie, walked to the office door. She locked it, then she walked back to where Bobby lay on the cot and stood in front of him. ‘I…I’m glad you…you…don’t have to…to leave,’ she said softly. Bobby stared at the nurse, befuddled. What on earth. His erection, if a disinterested observer could call a half-masted pole hard, reached only to about maybe five inches on a generous scale, and she barely felt him. Even his penetration required extra effort, and she found herself barely stifling a laugh. She could tell something was changing between them, but she wasn’t sure what it was. For some reason sex between them, while never great, was growing worse, and more difficult to come by. Whether it was her late hours, or her husband’s pathetic. I thought of how close we'd grown in the last months. How we'd come to share our truth about ourselves, about our sexuality and our mutual horniness. There was no more games about that. But what was yet uncertain was our physical involvement. Oh, I knew deep down that I wanted to jump her bones... to ravish my beautiful sister. I was in lust with her, but those years of cultural conditioning straddled any erotic path we might explore, standing as a repressive centurion who might have worn a.