Fir usne meri tshirt utar di aur meri neck pe chest pe. Abs pe kisses aur bite karne lagi. Main bhi fir uske boobs dabane laga upar se.Tshirt skin tig...t ho gyi thi aur utarne ka naam he na le to maine usko beech se faad dia. Aur usko bade bade boobs uchal k samne aa gye. Mai jhuk k unko baari baari suck karne laga. Wo mera sir unpe dabane lagi aur gheri sanse bharne lagi.Mere boxer mai hath daal k mera loda hilane lagi tez. Merese bhi rha nhi gya. Uski boxer mai hath dala to pta chala ki uski. Retrieving her blouse, she walked to the door and stopped. Unable to speak, I watched as she slipped it on and buttoned up the front before smoothing down the front of her skirt.Then she turned to me. "Sometimes, Henry," she said as I stood there in all my spaced out nakedness, "It's not a matter of who we are but of what we are." Are you alright?" I asked her.She nodded and smiled briefly at me. The kind of smile that said everything was going to be fine. That she understood the name of the. Sam hesitated, but then, after looking at me, did as I commanded.When the waitress returned, she hesitated when she first saw what was going on. Then she grinned and put the bill on the table. Before she could leave I spoke to her.“Don’t you think my wife has great tits?” I said it quietly, but loud enough for her to hear.She turned and stared directly at Cindy’s tits and Sam holding the left one. “Oh, yeah! Those are some really good tits!” Then she reached out and tweaked Cindy’s right. Our eyes met, and at thatmoment we knew it all,. We each knew what the otherwanted but had never had dared to ask for.For a moment I looked away, ashamed of myself, and atthat moment two things happened; firstly, the brushesof the carwash enveloped the car blotting out the worldaround us, and secondly, my sister Jillian laid her armacross my shoulder and leaned over, bringing her faceso close to mine that I couldn’t stop the inevitablekiss.we kissed deeply, I tasted her sweetly alcoholic.