We worked our way through the fruit and finally was able to pull a few grapes and strawberries out of her pussy. We grabbed some chicken breast meat o...f of her tittys and got some salad off of her belly button. This shit was unique and interesting. The party-goers were loving this and were digging into the food. The girl who we got our food from signaled me to come over. She whispered to me that she had more fruit in her pussy. I leaned down and tongued my way to the fruit. I got a few pieces. All day she had felt the heat in her choot building. She had felt the wetness of her pussy as she had walked around thinking of…. Haresh.It had all begun several years earlier, on a family holiday to Goa’s famous beaches.As she and Prakash had sat under a beach umbrella, watching semi clad foreigners trot by, she had wandered ridiculously what their parents would think, especially of the girls with nothing but a thread between their buttocks and a small triangular bit of cloth over their. She had used padded bra and I felt it. This was the time I started thinking why Tina is my sister, If Tina was not my sister I would have surely proposed her and would have loved her like crazy. I said Sorry Tina as I fall on you; she said it’s ok you remember we are here as a couple in party. I was not sure if this is a hint from her but I was thinking a lot about my real sister’s body. We decided to take a break from dance and sit for some time. I asked Tina if I can take a beer, she said yes. Her hand explored the contents of the drawer, mainly lingerie and nylons and then her fingers closed on a cold hard plastic cylinder. Her mother’s vibrator.Jennifer examined the cylindrical object critically; she had never used one but she had heard about them and seen them advertised. It was silver, shiny and smooth with a tapered tip. She flicked the switch and was quite surprised at how intensely it vibrated in her hand. She bought it to her face and lightly ran it over her cheek. Could she.