"Let's go out. It's Saturday, there's gotta be places open. The mall, bowling, mini-golf, I dunno, just... Just something."He chuckled; I could hear d...rk amusement in his voice. "Sounds kinda like a date. Are you sure you—" Look, shut up, do you want to or not," I asked, feeling panic's hot tendrils flailing at me."Fine," he said. "Fine. I'll be by to pick you up in twenty minutes."Whew! "Great!" I said. "See you then." And then hung up.And then felt the situation settle around me like a wet. I was very cruel, creative, and imaginative, but She tookeverything I could come up with, used it to get off and never broke. Shemocked and taunted me, daring me to go further, and I always did, and Shealways took it, and I always broke first, releasing her and begging forrelease.Fat chance.We were always dressed up when at home, and always dressed up under ournormal clothes when we were out. She always dressed me for work, lockingme in the tightest body shapers and corsets, frilliest panties,. The problem did not lay with them, but with the wife, who did not indulge in sex often. It was a sad fact that led me to focus my frustrations and tensions in internet, television, war movies mostly, and my work, which was depressing my temper had risen to a level that could not be kept at bay, and he was no longer a friendly man, moreso cross and testy than wonderfully nice. It came in the form of anjali, the best friend of my sister, sowmya. She was the same age as sowmya, 18, but she had a. I saw her body language drastically change as she clawed at the sheet of the bed with one hand and furiously pushed my head further into her pussy. She was about to release. I took her clit in my mouth and sucked deep, working my tongue in a fluid up and down motion as my fingers were curling into her cunt to that one special spot I knew I could reach. Her cries lifted to a higher note as her ass and hips lifted off the bed as well. I put both hands on both cheeks and focused on her pearl only..