It wasn’t a fun chat.”She nodded, but said nothing for the moment so I decided to change topics.“Are you going to the Halloween dance on Saturda...?” I asked curiously.She shook her head. “I almost never go to the dances.” She got a faraway look in her eyes and I got the sense that she wanted to. She was too shy to ask anyone and too shy to get noticed.“I hadn’t planned on it either,” I confessed. “I didn’t have anyone to go with.”“Me either,” she said with a shrug.“Do you have a costume?” I. . Didi apne baal suka rahi thi, main didi k pass jaa k khada ho gya, didi hamesha salwar suit hi pehnti hai , main didi ki blue eyes dekh raha tha ,didi k face par smile thi .Me : didi aab to dekha do surprise..Didi ne mujhe paas bitha ke bolaPayal : pehle bta ki kisi ko nahi btaye ga ,siraf tere-mere bich mein hi rahe gi ye baat ..Me : promise didi kisi ko nahi batau ga …Main bhot exited tha, main soch raha tha pata nahi kya chij hai jo didi kal se shupa rahi hai main bhot khush bhi tha kiyuki. This waswhen they would see the final result. Brigit held up the dress,unbuttoned all the way down the front for me to slip into. I fed my armsdown the sleeves and Brigit pulled it on and buttoned me up, and thenstepped back to admire me.'She needs a slip,' Helen said. She turned round and rummaged in adrawer. 'Here you are.' She held out a frilly, white slip; it was sopretty it gave my heart another flutter. Helen handed the slip to Brigit,who bent down in front of me and made me step into it.. I take a tube of lubricantand spread it on the first two fingers of my right hand. These I know she cantake. I spread some lube around the opening, slowly working them into mydarling?s puckered ring. Once I?ve lubed her to a degree that seems reasonable,I stroke her hair and ask her if she?s ready. She murmurs her assent. With onehand resting on her hips, and the other slowly stroking the dripping lips ofher pussy as I position the head of my cock at her asshole. Ever so gently Irock my hips.