"Go ahead and what?" I ask again."Go ahead and jerk off" She says with a stern look on her face.I felt my mouth drop open and I'd stopped breathing."I...thought that's what you wanted to do." She said again. "That's what it looked like when I came in here." She says to me and then just stands there looking at me. I sat there dumbfounded. I just stared up at her covering my shriveled dick with my hands as best I could {Which was kind of pointless considering my dick and balls had high-tailed it up. As Anjan’s tongue continued dancing the twist on Janani’s clit, Janani soon started spitting out obscenities we had never expected from a woman we had loved as a sister and lusted after as a soft and lovely angel. She swore in every language we knew – English, Tamil, Hindi, Telugu, the whole lot. Her common refrain was to warn Anjan of dire consequences if he dared stop. I assumed Anjan’s tongue was bloody tired by now – fifteen minutes is a lot for a tongue to take – but the sheer joy of. Two days later I got up early to wrap mums present up for her 44th birthday, as a treat I had decided to give her breakfast in bed alone with her present, I looked at the clock and thought that she should be stirring in her bed, I made tea and toast and put it on a tray with her present and made my way up stairs, I was just about to knock when a though came over me, quickly I put the tray down and went to my bedroom, took out a dicky bow tie and put it on, as I got to the door I thought about. "Oh really? Practicing with who, pray tell?" A very charming and lovely young woman. You know her well. She has gorgeous blonde hair and perfect, pale skin, not to mention the most alluring curves to ever fill out a black dress." Our little sister, Katie?" Myself, you depraved hussy!" Wow," Hannah chuckled as she at last repositioned herself to sit normally. "You must be flexible." I practiced the general concepts rather than the specific technique. Although truth to tell, I did indeed put my.