Swathi too had been responding to all this naked action in kind.Her pallu fell off exposing her cleavage many a times. She completely stopped wearing ... bra and I could always spot her perky nipples. Every time I saw those bastards I just wanted to tear her blouse and take them in my mouth and suck on them like there was no tomorrow. During this time Swathi and I had completely stopped talking. Mostly because she spent most of her time staring at me with lusty eyes imagining all kinds of. She shook her head and began peeling my jacket off. I knew the affect alcohol has on her, and while it definitely lowers her inhibitions, this was something more. “What's got you so wound up?” She giggled. “I don't know. I got a lot of nice compliments tonight,” she unbuttoned my shirt. “Oh yeah? From anyone in particular?” thinking back on the guy who wanted to make sure she came to the after party. “Mmmm maybe,” she slurred, her hands reaching for my belt buckle. I was definitely getting hard. "You need to understand my mindset at that moment. She had been a bitch to me for almost two weeks and had cut me off to try and force me to do what she wanted. I was pissed and I'd had enough so I said:"I doubt that you were looking. Most likely you were just out fucking the guy that you have been fucking ever since you cut me off."I looked back at the TV as she yelled, "You bastard! How can you think that of me?" It is just as easy for me to think that of you as it is for you to think that of. It was a pretty surreal situation.He looked me up and down for a moment or two. "That's your sister's stuff is it then?" I nodded. "Hmm, gotta admit it looks pretty sexy, even on you!" he said with a slight laugh. He carried on looking for what seemed like ages but was probably just a few seconds. I still wasn't quite sure how this might go. Then I saw his hand move down and he began to rub the front of his jeans before slowly beginning to unzip them and reaching inside pulled his cock out that.
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