What? Angel wasnt sure what to make of Richs reaction. She looked down at the dress, and ran her hands over it, in an attempt to flatten any wrinkles ...here might have been. You look, he paused, blinking a few times in surprise, amazing! Angel still didnt understand him, she turned, looking back into the empty dressing room, at the mirror on the back wall. Her breath caught in her throat, and her eyes widened. The dress, which she didnt even bother to look at after putting it on, was a red. I took a deep breath and continued. Jean and I had always been more than just sisters. We were best friends. We played together when we were kids, and when we moved into the big house by the lake, we insisted on sharing a room. Papa had died when I was eight and Jean nine, and from that time on, the house was always in flux. But while we changed bedrooms twice as Jo, and then Jill and Jan left for college, we always share the same bedroom. I think the thing that kept us so close was the fact. Sorry, no offence intended. Here is my new story. I got lots of suggestions that I am at my erotic best when I write in hindi, so dear I am going to narrate my story which is in continuance of my pervious story Fuming Huma. Mere nikah ko ab koi ek mahina beet chuka tha. Mera pati Abdul din main teen teen bar meri chudai kar deta tha. Mere andar bhi lund ki bhookh bahut badh gayi thi. Mere hath ab Abdul ke lund se door nahin reh pate. Hum jab bhi akele hote to main uska lund apni muthi main le. She seemed especially excited from the start, even more when I was on top, and when I had my orgasm inside her, she screamed with pleasure. It was great for me, and she was gasping from the intensity of what she had felt. She looked a little thoughtful once her ecstasy had passed.It was pretty late, and our pattern was to go straight from afterglow to sleep. But just as I was drifting off, maybe half an hour later, she started kissing my neck and ear, fondling my chest, moving to thighs,.