She always wore saree.Sheetal’s husband is a handicapped person who used to own a PCO booth in our locality. She was sex starved and would often loo... upon me as her sex quencher. She would give me signals but I never understand it. Slowly she started touching me whenever possible. She would touch me whenever I would be alone in my room. I too enjoyed her touch. During this time we started talking to each other a lot. We would sometimes watch TV together when my parents were not around. She. God……Damn!I could not help myself; I reached out and slowly caressed his thighs, applying firm but sensual pressure. I ran my fingers against the glistening fine blonde hairs on his legs, trying to feel each one rise as it met my touch. Goosebumps appeared instantly, his breath quivered and we both seemed to stop breathing for an eternal moment. All that was present was the rustling of leaves and the shower of sunshine pouring all over our freshly cleansed and aroused bodies. It was electric. It's been a while since i've written anything like this, and I've gotten a little rusty. But I'm trying (very much so, sometimes!).My sister Sarah and I had been lovers for most of our adolescent years, until her graduation. Then our lives had gone in opposite directions and we had lost contact with each other. I guess the separation had affected her almost as it had affected me.My name’s Brian, and this is the story of our reunification, after thirty five years.It had been a long day for me.. Unfortunately, Tremont’s football team was nowhere near as good or appealing as their cheerleaders were. The Annapolis Avalanche were in town, and they had no intention of going easy on them. It was 8:45 P.M. when halftime arrived. The Tremont Tigers were down 31-0 at the half. However, I didn’t really care about the football team’s performance. I was here to see Tremont’s cheerleaders in action. I watched from the front row as the cheerleaders prepared to perform their halftime routine. The.