Apart from that, when I was at home I was to be a girl, full time but, because of the work she did, she had high standards. When I arrived home from ...school I had to bath and then change into my/her/my sister’s everyday clothes, the nicer clothes were only for weekend or when one or two of mother’s best friends visited. So, that’s what I did, after school I was always eager to get home, into the bath and then dressed smart/office/classical which is the style I still prefer today. My sister. She also loved sex and was good at it. Ken had a nice long thick dick and needed lots of sex and he had great stamina. When she first moved in they stayed in bed for two straight days and fucked and sucked. He loved that Amy would suck him till he came twice and as she sucked she grabbed his balls and squeezed and finger fucked his ass. He would then lick and suck her clit and finger her cunt as he did. Then he would tongue fuck her cunt and he liked to do this for a long time. It was normal. It was the middle of winter and with only a small fireplace to heat the cabin the shared warmth of everyone sleeping close together was welcomed.Over the past few days I noticed one of the other guys on the trip, Dan, had been pay a lot of attention to my wife. He was in his mid twenties and single as far as I could tell. I am 27 and my wife is 6 years older than I am, so we were all close in age. I didn't pay much attention to it the first two days, but he is getting a little to forward with. She frantically pulled her skirt up and looked down. All her pubic hair was gone, except for a neatly trimmed patch just above her slit in the shape of a holly leaf. Even more of a shock, just to the left of it was a tiny incredibly intricate tattoo of a mistletoe ball on crossed candy canes. She could just make out the words “Christmas Magic. Bitch.” woven into the mistletoe. Shit. Shit. Shit. How the hell do you explain that to your gynecologist?Maybe it was one of those stick on tattoos, she.