Both of us were in the hostel and used to meet every day and have a chat about our classes. This went on for some time and our college was invited for...a cultural program in another college and I was there as usual in the participant list. My sis also wanted to participate and so we included her name for the fashion show. She was my pair in fashion show and eventually we won the first place in fashion show and people around us started telling that we both were nice pairs and are made for each. . she milked it dry... his head dropped... she looked down in the cup..."Hmmm... not much there..." she said. "I'm going to give you about 45 minutes... then we'll try it again..."He squirmed... the bondage with out the sexual tension became very uncomfortable... he moaned into the gag as she started to walk away..."There, there Sweety... I'll be back"She left him stretched out there... cuffed, collared, corseted. He squirmed. He couldn't move his head around too much because of the collar. He. An appreciative smile creased my lips when his cock twitched beneath my gentle touch. John moaned and shifted as I reached my hand in to grab more of his hardening love, so warm and inviting.Glancing around and making sure we were well hidden by the nearby brush, John grew bolder, slipping his hands under my top and growling with appreciation when his hands groped my breasts. He wasted no time deftly unhooking my black lace bra. I felt my breasts calling to him as he touched my exposed skin for. ”“Okay, Isobet, just you and me. I’m sure Mommy can find something to do.”I thought she might be too excited to go to sleep, but maybe she was anxious to dream of sailing, because she was asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.Isobet was suspiciously quiet on Friday, but right at the crack of dawn Saturday she came bounding into our bedroom, bouncing on our bed.“Sailing, Daddy, sailing!” she said over and over, until I grabbed her and started tickling her.“Isobet, it’s too early, we have to.