She had trouble with men and wasn't in a relationship, nor had she been in one for a while. I figured she was dying for sex, of any kind. She was abou... 12 years younger than me, and I used to joke with her about finding an Italian guy, because they're the best lovers. She would joke back, "do you know of any?” I told her none better than me.I went in for my monthly treat as I was leaving for a home visit. She asked me where I was going, and I told her. She told me that she collected items. I fell back against the door. "Ummm... Josh... I.." His gaze stopped me. His face filled my vision as his mouth descended onto mine. He sure is a good kisser for a k**, I thought, as his tongue explored my mouth. His hands slipped up to cup my breasts, his fingers and thumbs rolling the nipples which had escaped their bondage and were straining the fabric of my dress. He pulled back for a moment and I drew a shuddering breath. "Josh - you're... you're - what - 17?" "22" he growled,. Every inch of her body was tanned and hard. Not an ounce of fat. I played with her nipples, they are firm and medium sized. I could feel her chest heaving. I then moved my hand down to her pussy and slid in a finger.Her we were, in the middle of the day, exploring each other“You haven’t shaved” I said“Yeah, Thomas still wants a little mystery. What do you think”“You have a beautiful pussy, you might want to show it off”She smiledShe moved off of me, onto the blanket and spread for me. I looked. My face was very close to her body. I wanted to kiss her navel then and there but I would have stretched my luck too far and I didn’t want to risk it.I held her saree with my fingers touching her navel. I started to pull it down. Her buttonhole revealed slowly as I pulled it down. I noticed goosebumps on her body.I was in my shorts and my cock started to fight it’s way out. My sister might have noticed that but I didn’t dare to look at her face and I continued adjusting her saree.Her.