Isme naitikata ki baat aati hai to mera manna hai ki duniya me naitikata bahut kam bachi hai. Yahaan ki kahaniyon me koi apni maa, koi apni behan, koi...apni mami to koi apni mausi ko hi chodta hai. Agar ye kalpna hai to phir ye kya ye naitik hai ? agar ye sach hai to mujhe kuchh kahne ki jarurat hi nahin hai. Ravi aur Chinta ke sath sex karne ke bad se meri ichchha aur aisa karne ko karne laga. Us samay ke bad jab mai puja (meri biwi) ko chodta mere man me aisa khyal aata ki agar ek aur koi mard. I often hear female friends complain about the expectations placed upon them to always look good although mostly they complained about shoes or declared their envy at my clothing freedoms. Despite not needing any work clothes over the years I had bought so many different outfits I almost had too much to choose from for my interview. I opted for a black knee length pencil skirt and a white blouse, the classic office look. I would wear my hair up and made sure my make up carried on the classic. "You're also my sister," I said wryly. "In case you had forgotten." I'll never forget that," Kelsey said happily, even as she rested her head against my chest. "I love being your sister."I felt a surge of warmth flush through me, and I bent down to give her a soft kiss on the top of her head. "I love that you're my sister too, Kel," I whispered. I swore I could hear her purring.We sat like that for a little while until my sister waved at a few of her friends who were still standing near the. The attendant told her she would get used to that though. What shedoubted she would get used to however was what the foundation garment did toher body. Somehow it pushed and squeezed everything around in the mostunflattering manner. Her perfect figure seemed horribly distorted. Her oncesvelte hips and thighs seemed wider then ever and her ass pushed downward likeit was sagging. Then somehow her once full bosom seemed to have been crushedagainst her body so tightly that she appeared nearly flat.