’‘Ah, Pri, you don’t know how good this feels’, saying so, I unpinned her pallu to make her stand in her blouse and petticoat. She covered her...boobs, being shy.I straight away went for her lips and started kissing them. It went on for a minute. Then I went down and raised her saree to the thighs. I started to kiss her legs one by one, licking to her knees, then her thighs. During that time, my hands were busy on her waist.‘Don’t do it, this is so wrong’, her innocent pleading made me even more. If he did. He often stayed days at a time at the hospital. The shadows cast by the trees were lengthening into dusk when Maggie rounded the last curve before her home. Once again daydreaming about her faceless suitor — this time he was a knight of old, striding up on a white horse to rescue her from a dragon — Maggie didn’t notice the noises behind her until it was too late. Two sets of hands grabbed her arms. She screamed, but one filthy hand clamped over her mouth and fetid breath fanned her. No kids though. Babs was eager but Mike wanted to wait, for them just to enjoy being a couple for a little more time. They were well into their mortgage, having bought their first home during their engagement eight years ago. They lived in a comfortable semi-detached two bedroom house in the suburbs of Guildford. They both worked: Mike as a telephone engineer and Babs was a shop assistant on a part-time four day week which suited her fine. The seven year itch syndrome was beginning to rear its. I set her on the sink. We rubbed up against each other. My shorts were off, hers were off. She was begging me to fuck her. My sister? There was no stopping now. She guided me. I was inside her. Harder. Harder. She yelled at me. We were one in each others arms. I pulled her as tight as I could, I was as deep as I could. She was squeezing tight on my cock. I could feel it. We left the toilet building and I saw a couple with their kids walking toward us. Wow, what a look. Nice Day, Huh? I said as.