I walked up stairs and went in to the bathroom to take my shower.As I got in, the water was warm and I washed my hair. Then I thought about finishing...what I wanted to do when I woke up.I slowly started to stroke my cock, feeling it beginning to harden when my sister came in the bathroom.“Got any more clothes in here” she asked? “I’m going to start the laundry.”“Just what’s on the floor” I responded, taken a little off guard.Sara grabbed my clothes and walked out. I took a minute to recompose. I fight to gain control of my senses, but it seems as though all is lost, when you begin to move down my body towards the buttons on my pants. Everything’s going way to fast, I can’t slow it down, nor do I want it to slow down. I want more but am afraid to ask. As you begin to unbutton my pants, I can feel the excitement of your touch… As you begin to pull my pants off, I can feel how excited you are, and it excites me. Finally, you have slipped off my pants, and with one motion have taken off. So many times before (19) I'd find the aisle manned, well, rarely manned, primarily woman'ed. They'd take root there and wouldn't budge. I'd push my cart to another section and keep an eye peeled. Sometimes they'd leave and I could move in, blockade the aisle, and sometimes after they left and before I could move in another dowager would drop anchor. Rarely did I find that aisle abandoned.I quickly rolled the cart into prime position, effectively blockading the aisle. And found to my delight. Chalo aaj main bhi iska use kerti hu…Me: haan haan kar lo, jo chahiye wo le lo, bas kisi se kuch kahna mat. PleaaaaseMaid: are ooo saab, main idhar ka udhar nhi karti, aur rahi baat istemaal karne ki to wo main aap par karegiiiiMeri saanse ruk gayi…Fir kya tha usne turant apne kapre utare aur nangi ho gayi, kya mumme the uske bare bare, kya gaand thi, bhari hue, ras bhari… uski chut ko to dekh kar to mera lawraa farrfara raha tha. Usne mujhse apni choot chatwai, kya raseeli choot thi, fir wahi.