Whenever she used to do so, I would get excited. She had very well shaped lips too.My wife and myself occupied one bedroom and my in-laws the other, l...eaving my SIL to sleep in the hall with the air cooler. I spend time with my SIL talking, watching movies together and going out. They had a bike with them and one evening I took my SIL to shopping. On the way back, she sat on the back with her legs on both the sides. While driving the bike, I could feel her soft tender boobs touching my back.. After another day from hell working for an ignorant beer bellied balding foul smelling fucktard had pushed my sanity passed tolerances I haven't felt for some time.I had made one stop on the way home and I made a small prayer that it wouldn't come back and bite me in the ass later.All I wanted to do now was get home, have a beer, sit down and watch a few minutes of news before my wife got home and started another tirade for some unknown reason.I had an idea to get us out of the rut we were in,. " CharlieB was coming." I did a one eighty and overflew the strip. CharlieB was laying on the ground, kicking his feet and voicing his displeasure. "I heard him puffing coming up the hill." I thought that was the mail train." He's had plenty of practice. If he were in shape? He'd be wanting to strafe the beach and bomb the Coast Guard station. And if you told him no ... what he's doing down there wouldn't be a patch on what he would do up here. He's like the Indian story about Scorpion and. While pondering my mixed feelings, I worked on my morning ablutions byrote, without even noticing that all of them were to prepare me for yetanother sissy day.I removed the medicated plug that thankfully had been put in me lastnight after I had been used by eight - yup, count 'em, eight - men, Igrimaced. And more than once by each!There, again, I had that odd mixture of shame and stimulation."Or, perhaps, shame was part of my stimulation," I thought.With my mind still in somewhat of a fog, I.