“Jeanette,” I replied.“Cool, you must be a proud grandfather,” The saleslady said to John.Then we both had a weird look on our faces.“No, he...'s my husband, not my dad,” I said in a tone.“Oh I'm sorry, he's just older than you. I don't know what else to say, I'm sorry, I had no idea. Well congratulations to you both,” The saleslady replied.Then she left. I was a little disgusted, but at the same time I knew that had come up before and would again in the future. Of course everyone saw it was. "You got five seconds," he hissed menacingly.She whimpered and reached back, unsnapping the neck, then slowly pulled it forward across her shoulders and let it slide down to just above her breasts. Then, closing her eyes in shame, she let it slide further, revealing her small, bare, pink nippled breasts, then her smooth, slim belly, and finally her rounded hips and her pink satin, string bikini panties.She stepped out of the dress and stood there in just her little white boots and pink panties.. Katie started to breathe erratically as she felt her pussy squeeze Claire’s fingers. As Claire continued to press harder onto Katie’s g-spot, she looked into her eyes as she bent down to kiss her clit softy. She saw Katie close her eyes and heard her moan with pleasure as her hips bucked in response. Gently, she began to suck on Katie’s clit rhythmically; increasing speed gradually as she moved her fingers hard and slow around her g-spot. Within seconds, Katie had lost control, her body. I just nodded and watched the show, feeling weird, proprietary, cuddly, husbandy feelings toward my sister. After we exited the movie (which had only been mediocre), both of them needed the restroom again. Who could blame them?Wait, wait, wait.We got home about 4:30, and the late fall sun was already setting at these latitudes. Denise began concocting something in the kitchen involving leftover turkey, and Lissa spent some time unpacking their purchases, and then asked her mom and me if she.