I had made reservations at a very nice restaurant on Santana Row. I had also bought a bottle of 1990 Dom that was chilling in the fridge for when we g...t home. Stephanie got home and brought her clothes over from the guesthouse to change in the spare bedroom next to mine. She did a little pirouette as she closed the door and winked at me with a coy smile. “No peeking!” A couple of hours later she emerged. Holy shit, she was a vision in white. The tight white and silvery club dress was molded. A sea horse’ I admitted grudgingly to Becky’s accompanying laughter. I had told her that despite all the anectodal stories of big feet and big hands being indicators of great endowment, I was pitifully average at best in that area. My size 12 shoes and barely six inch cock were evidence that such indicators aren’t always accurate. Now she had a handful of me and was squeezing and stroking like there was no tomorrow, which frankly there wasn’t one at this rate. I had to grab her hand in order to. It was a really hot sweaty day because of all of this, we where there for about 6 hours. We got home about 4 o'clock afternoon, my mum started making tea, my older s1ster went to her boyfriends and my little s1ster went out with her friends while tea was being made. I went upstairs to my room. When I went to the toilet (where we keep the washing basket for all our dirty clothes) I couldn't help but notice my little s1ster had gotten changed and she had changed her underwear (aasumably due to. The conversation began something like this.Raj: Well, this is it. No going back, I guess.Nisha: What do you mean? It is just marriage.Raj: Yes, but it is serious. It’s a bond. A commitment, you know that this means, it burns all the chances we may or may not have.Nisha: Umm, I know that don’t you think I do? Bitch.Raj: Well, I’m just saying, during that dinner, I had just one thought in my mind.Nisha: What?Raj: No, it’s wrong, never mind.Nisha: Tell me stupid, I’m sure it is harmless.Raj: Well,.