“Eww, I don’t want to think about it. Besides I’m sure he jerks off thinking of you all the time,” I said jokingly. “That’s so gross, you... brother is such a perv,” she responded, picking up a slice of pizza. We both sat there eating pizza listening to the whirring of the VCR as it rewound the tape. I was nearly finished with my second slice before it clicked indicating it was done. “Finally, fuckin’ took forever,” she said, her mouth full of food. She hit play then promptly hit fast. "Well that makes sense, then" I added nodding my head 'yes'."What? What makes sense?" Tami asked, wondering what I had realized."Johnny, if that's his name, probably got tired of trying to give you the hint, Suzi knew what he wanted and bam! You were yesterday's news," I joked. I watched her face and knew I hit a nerve. Her face fell and she was sullen at the thought of what cost her a boyfriend. "Oh don't feel so down," I told her. I took my left hand and cupped her chin and raised it up. "You. Kabhi aap nay dhaka hai apni behan ko kitne piyare lagte hai mottay mottay breast or motti motti hips or thin se kamar . jab zaydaHot hoti hon ge to apni thin se finger say apni chhoti se tight gori choot ko rub karte hon ge jis tarha hum apny lund rub kartay hain .or humare behany be apnay mottay mottay breast ko piyar say slow slow press karte hain or feel karte hain jasay koi admai press kar raha hai ,kabhi apni behan ko sofay yah chair pay sit kartay hoay dhaka hai kitnay arrm say apni. I unzipped Shilpi’s kamis and pulled it over her head while she unhooked my blouse and ran it through my hands. We both hefted each other’s breasts through brassiere and began kissing again. Soon we unhooked each other’s bra and let it fall. I pushed my full breasts against Shilpi’s hard but small ones and enjoyed the way our nipples touched each other’s. Shilpi told me that she wanted Ranbir to make her pregnant and I told her I will arrange it. While talking I pulled the nada of my friend’s.