We were both smiling as if we were kids who had stolen cookies from the cookie jar and they couldn’t pin it on us. During lunch Shilpa told me about...her friend, Parveen. She told me how Parveen and she used to have a sexual relationship right from their college days. Parveen was a Bi, married to a man 10 years older than she was, cause her parents wanted her to. She was staying at Parveen’s house. She also told me they had already spent the previous night together as her husband had gone off to. She was looking like a sex goddess. She was wearing blood red tight suit in with a white dupatta which could hardly hide her assets as the neck was very deep. Her milky white skin was looking damn sexy I felt like pouncing on her and fucking her. I thought that she was in the mood of seducing me but I had to control as she was my would be bhabhi and if she complains to my bro things could go worse in the family.First 10 minutes she sat in the guest room and we had water together, I told her I. There was no doubt that she would not find the clothes she desired here and turn to walk the other way only to discover that the road was totally missing. It was there a second ago."Who calls upon the ferryman?" a gruff voice boomed out at her.She could not see any one and her attempts to cover her self were comical at best. Eventually resolved that she could not conceal the fact that she was naked she decide to seek help from the disembodied voice."Can you help me? I'm lost and I don't know. .. Up.... Down..." So with my satin cum catcher around throbbing member, I slid the slipper, smooth fabric up and down with her. Pretending it, "Up...Down", was her, "Up... Down", hand. I'm now hers. That is my cock that lovely black satin hand was sliding up and down. It's her hand rubbing the slip surrounding my balls. All I see is her satin bound body. Shinny. Tantalizing. All I hear is her voice whispering slow, quiet commands. "Up... and down." She goes little faster. "Up.. and down,.