She had won a sari that day and had not yet changed. She pretended not to have noticed him staring at her blouse."At least you are not wearing a salwa... kameez. You look sexy in this sari." He looked at her navel. Then he added, "Your tummy looks flat like you go to gym every day."She looked at her tummy. The sari was very low and the expanse of her midriff was smooth. Rekha had a deep navel the sari was some four or five fingers below the navel. Her pallu had moved way exposing one breast. Arun chilate raha maze se aaheen bharne laga…… “ahhhhhhh…bijli…………maza aa rahaaaaaaa haiiiiii ahhhhh” itna mazza…. Maza hi maza……. Aa raha tha itna maza kabhi nahi aaya bijli……” arun bola bijli or chooso” or chooso” bas ih kehna baki tha bijli ko…apne bhai ko chilate sunn…or who bhi chusne ke liye bolte sunBijli havas me bavli ho gai aisa choosi uke lund ko ki arun ki pyar ki pichkariyan jor jor se uske muh me chutne lagi, arun chilate raha … or woh havaskhore choosti rahi… eko boond niche. I liked being good at it, but I became that guy. I got all my fun from doing that."He looked up quickly, suddenly worried. "It wasn't you," he said. "I think it was the job, and me never stopping to think." Ditto." Yeah, I guess." We could save some time," she said, "If we didn't bother trying to decide who was most to blame. We could call it a draw and start on where to go next."Anthony's face brightened. “I’d like that.”“Sure?”He laughed.“So we’ve found something you like?”“Yeah, right," he. Christina grabbed my hand and we sat on the edge of the bed. I brushed my had against her cheek and looked deep in her eyes as my lips touched hers. We kissed and petted over and over, tongues moving in and out of each others mouths. My hand slid up and down the slit in her dress brushing across the silky nylons stopping at the bottom of her ass. She rubbed my crotch through he tight jeans. My mouth moved to her chin and neck as she laid back on the bed. Fully clothed I pushed tight against her.