" Oh, you naughty girls. What have you been up to with who?" said Agnes melting with pleasure as the twins kept up the subtle pressure."You mean who h...ve we been up, Agnes. And we were up her ... with our fists."Agnes felt Sarah or Sandra put more fingers in her pussy and then make a fist. The young woman pushed slowly and Agnes tensed then relaxed as she felt the small hand enter her pussy. She gasped with excitement. And reveled in the warm glow of slow sex."Guess. It's someone you know." Not. I couldn't help but notice that her nipples appeared to be hard, I know that mine were. Again she caught me staring at her and smiled at me. I returned her smile and I am sure I blushed before I looked away.I turned around to face the shower and tilted my head back to let the invigorating water cascade over my neck, shoulders and breasts. Although it felt wonderful it did nothing to alleviate my sexual urges and in fact only increased my needs as I thought of the beautiful woman next to me.. Right from toe to top.. She was like an sex angel. I tried to control my eyes heavily so that she can’t find that i am looking at her breast I was confused , aroused and frighten also that if that night girl is not renu and if i loose control then a havoc will be created in my family. Then i got an idea and started talking about chandigarh and our childhood She also joined and refresh some humourous incidents of childhood. We were sitting in her drawing room on opp. Sofa. Gradually i was. After a long quiet and with as much thoughtfulness as I could muster for the situation, I began to speak, barely audibly. ‘You cannot possibly love me, in the manner that you are speaking, any more than a cinematic film – if all you did was watch me ten years ago and are now replaying those images in your mind. It seems I am nothing more to you than a projected image, purified and glorified through the years. No wonder you thinkyou love me… you remember me as a young girl – I love those.