She had an average Indian figure and had definitely taken pains to maintain herself. She had a tendency to put on weight but had kept it under control...through exercise and diet with obvious benefits. I had met her husband too. He appeared to be a nice guy. Fairly rich, tall and good looking chap. They did make a handsome couple. Avantika was definitely not working for money. Job was just a time pass. One fine day over a coffee break the talk spilled over to families and I blundered in asking. .." when I quickly pulled my finger out of her gash. But she never stopped grinding against her cunt against my hand. With my finger running over her pussy lips and her little clit swelling, Jenny suddenly discovered the hard part of the cast that ran across my palm. Increasing her pace, she was now dragging her swollen clit back and forth over the hardness of my cast, while trying to work my finger deeper into her pussy. I wasn't about to let her bust her cherry on my finger, so I kept it. He hadn't put his pants back on; he had them over his lap and was also sitting Indian style. So I just plopped down Indian style on the opposite side of the towel facing them. I knew my brother could see my pussy this way, I didn't care I was feeling so comfortable and relaxed.We just sat, ate and talked for a while. I was telling them jokes I remembered hearing from my old friends. They were cracking up and for the first time in my life I felt I was the center of attention.As we were talking I. Sam stammered: "I'm Chris' buddy".- The gate is not closed. Come join me by the pool.Samuel entered the park. He went around the house through the garden. Chris' sister was lying on a deckchair with a cocktail in her hand. Sam felt a shock, as if he had taken a blow to the plexus. His buddy hadn't told him how beautiful Clementine was. Tanned skin, long legs, a dream body. She wore only a monokini and exposed her perfectly curved chest without modesty. Her breasts, which undoubtedly remained.