My older Brother Jamal was staying over at my place while he visited mumbai for the first time. I was so used to being a single woman that I had forgo...ten he was there in the morning. We had gone out drinking the night before and I guess the alcohol had me a bit cloudy. I walked out of my bedroom stark naked, as I usually do. I opened the door to the living room and the vision that greeted me left me speechless. My Brother was naked on the couch, he was lying back, with his eyes closed and his. ..after our introductions had ended...there was silence. I kept using peripheral vision as we drove to keep an eye on those scrumptious thighs, shoulder length auburn hair, with those rich green eyes that seemed to burn a hole in my head every time I thought of them. She looked to be about s*******n, maybe eighteen...If anyone asks I'd swear she told me eighteen. Okoludo street was an hour away in the burbs...pretty far from the city. So how did you end up way out here?; I asked her... she just. He rammed me deep with a couple of strokes and I had to tell him not to do that.After a few minutes of pumping with legs spread wide, he turned me over to my left facing the sofa and the full-length mirror. He held my right ankle and put it on his shoulder. We both looked at ourselves in the mirror and then at each other.He made me remove my top. He smiled and pushed his dick deep in me. I couldn’t take my eyes off the mirror. It was like watching a CD/tranny porn movie. I touched myself and I. I pull my dress over my head and through it to the floor leaving me lying there in my lingerie. I was wearing French knickers so was able to pull the crutch to one side exposing my shaven pussy. He shuffled the chair around to get a closer view of me, as I teased open my lips with the tips of one finger, I move it slowly up and down my slit occasionally resting and pressing against my clit sending a shiver down my spine each time. My fingertips started to glisten with my juices which I kept.