I tilted my head. I did look good, I was slender, I was skinny, and I was curvy. My hands ran along my curves, and I smiled, the touch of my skin smoo...h. I let my hair loose, as it flowed down my shoulders, to the middle of my back. I smirked, I’d always loved my hair, it was the best thing about me. I pushed it out my face, and then continued to look in the mirror, touching myself here and there. There was nothing wrong with an 18 year old girl checking herself out, right? I ran my hands over. " Have you told any of your family about us?" she said the next morning.I was watching her apply her make up in my shaving mirror. She lookedvery feminine, sexy in fact, in black bra, panties and suspender belt.I'd just helped her fasten her stockings. They were nude and verysheer."Does it matter if I haven't?She paused with lipstick poised. "That depends on the reason." Have you told anyone? Apart from Ellie and the girls at the club." My mum. I don't keep much back from her. Her husband? No,. Maa- nahi, iske pairo me dard ho raha tha isliye mai iski tango me maalish kar rahi hoo.Papa- to mai bhi ek pair ki maalish kar deta hoo. (yeh keh kar papa ne maa ko ankh mari to samajh gai ki dono milkar meri chudaai ka maja lena chahte hai).Papa- wow kitni pyari tange hai teri, mai to inhe chatunga phir kiss karunga.Papa ab puri tarah chudaas ho chuke the. Unki aankhe meri boor par tik gai thi. Wo meri boor ko ghur rahe the.Papa- seema, tum maalish bad me karna, pehle mujhe iski boor chatne. The thrill I felt as I pulled them down and off my bare feet releasing my hard-on which sprang up and slapped against my belly. I was so hard. Oh, the feeling of the air on my genitals, the realisation of being naked outdoors. I stroked myself a few times and brushed my sac against a stand of soft ferns. It felt so good. I walked away from my clothes. Just a few turns between the trees and they were out of sight. It was scary, but so exciting. The air on my naked body, the soft dampness of pine.