“Oh damn just hold me” she groaned then she grasp my hands and slowly slid them up onto her beautiful tits. I almost lost control right then. I ha... been obsessing over her ample tits for the last three years. I had checked the laundry hamper a time or two and discovered that her bras were now 36 C. Most of her underpants were tiny thongs that covered almost nothing. I had been lusting over her body since I turned fourteen. Now it looked like my dreams just might happen. “Oh sis, are you. I look at you and tell you to remove your panties. Conversation stops, a few men laugh, but all eyes are on you. I continue to shuffle the cards. As you look back at the men watching you. You can almost hear their eyes scream “Christ will she do it”!?! Demurely you reach under your skirt and slip your panties down and then place them in my hand without saying a word. I put them in my pocket and casually say let’s cut for deal. Their mouths are agape, they stare in astonishment. I knock. This is kind of social work also as I mentioned in my previous story. I believe that I am doing a social service by helping unsatisfied ladies.We exchanged our WhatsApp numbers and continued to chat in WhatsApp. Whenever I tried to chat about sex, she used to tell, I don’t want sex chat. I want practical, I prefer practical than virtual. I was little pissed of by these words but never shown to her. But I will be kept on asking when can we meet. After two weeks of our conversation started, one. For the first time, she stepped into the same stall as me, without all the others being occupied, and we were taking our shower together under the same nozzle, stepping on each others' bare feet and bumping hips. When we both grabbed for the soap at the same time, she giggled and said I could have it if I washed her back. I hesitated a moment, then turned her around and swept her hair over her shoulders. Feeling her skin under my fingers for the first time suddenly made my legs weak. Her.