Didi: tereko saram nahin aata? Ekbar dekha. Man nahin bhara. Dubara dekhna hain? Wo bhi apni didiko?Me: tumhi to boli. Aur waise bhi itna light to baa...ar hain nahin ke mujhe saaf dikhai de.Didi: haan iye baat bhi hain.Iye bolke wo apni top utar di. Ab wo jeans aur bra main thi. Usne strapless bra pehni thi pink colour ke. Dekhke mera lund khara hone laga. Hum log rum pi rahen the. Nasha char raha tha. Upar se garmi. Maine kuch der baad garmi k mare aapna pant nikal diya. Didi mereko dekhi.. .. It—, it’s killing me.”My emotions were starting to overwhelm me again and it felt like Saturday once more. My body had literally gone into shock that day. Like then, my body started to tremble, but this time I was fighting it, fighting to keep control over my body and mind so I could hear her answer. The image of a lighthouse came to mind. It was a real struggle, but I managed to stop the shaking and regained control over myself.“Okay, Tom,” Ilse replied after a long moment of silence. It. “Oh, that’s all right. I’ll forgive you this time.” Still looking at me, she lifted her skirt, holding it delicately so that it wouldn’t wrinkle, and stood with her feet apart. I knelt down in front of her and quickly pulled her pantyhose down to her thighs, not noticing until I’d done so what she was wearing underneath: a pair of the ‘little girl’ panties she’d bought when we were downtown; pink cotton with big yellow, red and green lollipops. I looked up at her, grinning, and she blushed. Your kisses move up my neck to my face and over my closed eyes. I am so glad you are holding me so tight because I don’t think I could stand by myself. I feel drunk with pleasure and passion. The worries vanish—my entire mind is gone—all that is there is you and your incredible kisses. The elevator doors open and you guide me to the room, leaning me on the wall as you open the door. I start to get my bearings back as you swing the door open. We walk into the room and you lock the door. We.