Mara bahan baht hi sundar thi kintu maine kabhi is ke bare main sochata .1 st time with my sister main phel nage ho kar letrin jay kartatha ek din mai... pani lena bhul gaya tha mere awaj dene per mere bahan balti main le aee. Mujeh woo nanga dekha kar hasi jarathi aur mere laund ko dekhe ti . Aur chali gayi. Aur ek din maine janbujkar pni nhila tu woo pani dene ayi tu main ne pani toilt pe pani dal ke bad , balti ko bahar rakhne aya tu meri bahan udhr hi khadi hai gayi nehi tu main use hat pakad. They both reached down and grabbed my tangled cloths and ripped them completely off and threw them in the creek.They then both smiled and introduced them self’s. They were twin sisters that had just recently moved into a neighborhood near my house. they said that they had been swimming and playing at the creek all summer and didn’t think anyone used the bike path. I told them that I’m usually at the pool during the day and this was the first time I had come home after swim practice. There names. She had taken the tools from her school, sneaking in to avoid the eyes of classmates she was already struggling to remember. Every step through those long, college halls brought up a flood of memories of the person she used to be, the Dana of yesteryear. Stepping into the maker space, the hum of 3-D printers was punctuated by the sounds of a dremel being used by a student who was trying to cut through a small, aluminum tube.She deliberately ignored the south side of the room. The memorial for. She kissed my lips a few times and moved back to my ear. This time instead of biting it, she whispered softly and seductively into it. “Fingers or tongue?” she asked me. For a moment I could not find my voice, all I could think of to do was moan. I did not know which answer to choose. Did I want her to lick my pussy until I came or did I want her to fuck me with her beautiful fingers? “Tongue,” I finally let out, almost in a begging tone. I wanted to feel her warm tongue pressed up inside of my.