Having spoken to Sumant, I had got a fair idea that Anjali was a popular girl in the college and she enjoyed male attention but nothing more. I decide... to use that, flattery is the best weapon against the weak.So I dropped an email to Anjali as an old admirer from the college and pretended that she didn’t know me but I was in love with her. All these years I have been thinking of her, the way she walked, talked, smiled and flirted. The more I flattered her, the more she relaxed as if she wanted. I was really getting into it, and I must have missed the sound of the door, because the next thing I knew, J was in the room standing by the bed and staring down at me, a strange look on her face.“What the fuck are you doing?” she demanded – then before I could answer, she continued: “No – don’t say a thing. I can see perfectly well for myself the kind of sordid shit you get up to when I’m not here.”I started to get up off the bed but she pushed me back down.“No, stay there, carry on with what. It was in Stretford, a short tram ride from Sale and a longer one to Altrincham. A lift to all floors. Two bedrooms.The previous tenants had made the second bedroom into a study or office. It had a desk for a computer and a phone point. To do this they had had to move the double bed into the main bedroom, which already had one and so that room was rather crowded as a result, but I didn't care; I wasn't going to move the bed on my own with my aching bones.The kitchen opened onto the living area. He licked her through her orgasm before standing up behind her, rock hard dick in his hand. Bonnie was helpless, bent over naked and wet before him as the shower poured down on both of them. Breathing heavily, he ran the fat head of his penis down the crack of his sister’s ass, purposefully lingering at her tiny asshole. She actually found herself wanting him to shove it in there! Again, she couldn’t bring herself to say it. He carried on until he felt the comforting warmth of her pussy.