My sister was including me into her life playing with dolls and games andwe seemed to get along a lot better. Even susan when she came overaccepted me...as they played different things. I began to enjoy the freedomthat this allowed me, But as the summer came to an end, my mom said youhave to stop wetting you pants, you can't go to school in a diaper andplastic panties, i to say the least was hurt, i had grown to enjoy andlove dressing as a little sister and cried when the first day of schoolcame.. We walked out to find my mom standing naked pouring wine for her friends in the hot tub.“Hi Richie, you know everyone. Say hi to your teachers,” mom said.“Uh, yeah, hi Ms. Nelson. Hey Mrs. Carey.”As seniors in high school, Seth and I had Ms. Nelson for advanced calculus. Last year Mrs. Carey was my history teacher. My mom teaches senior English and has Seth this year in her class.Seth and I could see their naked breasts exposed just below the water as the hot tub lights illuminated the fact. Sarah’s hands lifted Ellen to her mouth. After a few more strokes of her tongue, Sarah locked her mouth over Ellen’s slit, tonguing her deeply as she also suckled the nub of her clit. A stream of Ellen’s of nectar flowed into her mouth. Sarah used a stiff tongue to probe deeply into Ellen's vagina. Ellen’s hips began to gyrate and Sarah knew Ellen was getting close.Sarah began to rock her head against Ellen, which drove her tongue deeper and deeper inside; Sarah’s fingers hands cupped Ellen's. Still, they exchanged no words. Inside, Beverly pushed the door to. It closed with a thunk. They were safe from interruption. Just inside the foyer, they faced each other. Eyes hungry, filled with passion, lust. Beverly reached to touch Bill’s naked chest, her touch electric. She looked up into Bill’s eyes and canted her head to the side, lips parted in unmistakable invitation. Bill leaned in, his hand at her waist as he gently kissed Beverly’s upturned lips. Once, twice and each kiss lingered.