Didi ko dhakka maarke bed pe sulaya, ab dikha didi ka kaddu jaise chuchiyaan… Uff! Kya maal hai.. Sardar unke right nipple ko chus rahe the aur left...se khel rahe the, nipple ko ungliyo se kheech rahe the, chuchi ko daba rahe the… Sardar puchha “isko hindi mein kya bolte hai?” didi boli “dhatt mujhe nhin pata” sardar ne phir left nipple ko muh mein lekar kaata aur didi chillayi boli “batati hoon, ise dudu kehte hai” sardar bola “nhin main kya sikhaya tha?” didi boli “chhi gandi baat” sardar phir. But it makes him think of all the times he has seen her prancing around their neighborhood pool teasing the boys, and unknowingly, teasing him. For a moment his mind drifts in to a movie-like sequence of images of his sister at the pool, jumping out and running after friends, breast barely contained, water streaming out of her panties. His thoughts fade to her bent over drying off with her round butt unwittingly right at his eye level, inches away from his face, only the smallest triangle. "Did you sleep well?" Carolyn asked as soon as they'd been seated at the Cracker Barrel Restaurant and handed menus."Reasonably well," he said. "But you! You look ridiculously fresh for someone who's just come off an eight-hour shift, and who's been up for — what? — fourteen hours and counting?" Well, it was a pretty quiet night in Intensive Care," she said. "No patients to care for - intensively or otherwise. Oh, I'll start feeling run down later at some point, no doubt - but John! I mean .... Anna was to strip, lay under the covers with lights out. Her husband would strip in the bathroom, pull back the covers, spread her legs, fuck her until her came quickly, and then pull on pajamas and fall asleep. Anna seldom had an orgasm and if she made noise, her husband thought he was doing something wrong and just stop.Marg looked at Anna in her floor length blue skirt and blue blouse and knew it was time. Marg felt the blood pulse in her ears as she suggested that Anna fuck another man..