Mai hasne laga or bola sorry didi or jaldi se apne kapde kholne laga to didi ne mujhe roka. Maine pucha kya hua didi to unhone kuch bola nahi or neri ...-shirt wo khud nikalne lagi.Didi t-shirt nikalte hue apni ungali halke halke mere body par ferte hue bhi ja rahi thi jo mujhe bahut jada excited kar raha tha.T-shirt nikalne k baad didi ne meri jense k button ko khola or apna face mere lund k bilkul nazdeek laate hue meri jeanse ko niche sarkane lagi. Mera lund rock hard ho chukka tha or wo. Pulling over I dropped my window. “ Excuse me, you ok?” And then she turned….god she looked beautiful. Brushing her long hair from her face she smiled and rested her small hands on the door…”Hi there, I’m freezing”, her strong American accent caught me off guard, “I’m not surprised pet, It’s brass monkeys out there”…a puzzled look filled her pretty face. “Sorry, its an English thing.” She smiled again. “You lost then?” I asked. “Yeah, you could say that. Could you take me to the nearest hotel,. "Right here, waiting to hear what you have to say," she told me."Send them to a different room," I instructed. "I want to talk to you without them hearing." OK," she said, and I heard her relaying my instructions."They're gone," she told me a moment later."OK, this is a bit more complex than I anticipated, but here is my answer. Under normal circumstances, I would say that your mother is correct." But Karen did something wrong!" Helen complained."Yes, but being a mother is your mother's. One finger dipped inside her causing her to moan softly. She slid it in to the knuckle and moved it in and out slowly before adding a second finger. Sinking them both in she moved them in and out rhythmically. Her eyes fluttered shut as she leaned back against the wall the warm water falling down on her as she continued to move her two fingers in and out. Her left hand now found her nub and rubbed it slowly and gently with her thumb. She continued the slow and steady pace abandoning her bud.