“Are you ready?” She panted as she slipped off the white blouse and her skirt slid down her tanned legs. I nodded my head and began tugging at ...my boner. My sister then put a hand behind her back and deftly unclipped her bra; the other held it in place at the front. I could see her breasts were heaving and her breathing was becoming forced as she eventually threw it onto the floor. My own heart was racing when I saw her dazzling tits and massive pink nipples. Thelma began rubbing her tits. I’d like for you to get a room and wash Nancy and me and put her to bed and tuck her in in clean pajamas and kiss her. Would you please take me to your bed and make me feel wanted, loved, and protected?” That sounded like a plan I could live with. I told her, “I like the way you think, Sweetheart!” I paid the check, and left a generous tip. I carried the sack of cornbread muffins. Sally felt strong enough to carry the baby now. I opened the doors for her proudly. She was easily the prettiest. Flickering oil lamps lit the taproom, one on each of the tables and two or three on the counter. The tables were almost as dirty as was the floor, there were no pillows on the ramshackle chairs and benches, from the stove in the corner came puffs of smoke and too much heat. I had had my share of dubious food and cheap wine, but was not drunk — it would not have been a good idea for a woman on her own to get drunk in such a place. I was tired, but not sleepy. I did not want to think — or rather,. I got to meet Trent, her new husband. He seemed all right but was pretty dull overall and always seemed to be leering at me. Janine said he was a sales rep and was gone a lot which was okay with her because he was pretty boring in bed. She said she couldn't wait for these next 5 years to be over. She talked somewhat fondly about her first husband, Tim, whom she said was a fantastic lover and generally a good man. From what she knows he has remarried with 2 kids now and seems pretty happy. She.