“What about the other night when I was going out with my friends and you told me my skirt made my ass look big?” She fixed him with a penetrating ...aze.“I said that?” Dinesh inquired.“Yes!”“Well, I say a lot of things. You don’t have to take them all so seriously.”“So you didn’t mean it?” Rachana asked, her voice losing its edge.Dinesh raised his eyebrows and pretended to hesitate in a definite attempt to irritate his sister. “Well, I…”Rachana leapt forward, her body crushing Dinesh’s against. Like a magnet, her full round breasts drew my hands upward, and I cupped and squeezed her beautiful 38D globes."Oh my god, yes!” She whispered feverishly in my ear as I tore frantically at the buttons of her pretty white blouse. “Don’t stop, Bill, please don’t stop!” Soon her silky blouse was on the floor, and I was kissing the tops of her breasts above her lacy bra. Beth smiled mischievously and grabbed at the bottom of my t-shirt, pulling it up and over my head. She ran her fingertips through. Still single, a couple of escapades on both sides of the fence, but nothing that stuck. The following story is not mine. It is a story as told to me by a close friend. I'm naming her Donna which is obviously a fictitious name. In fact any name in the story is fictional. One night Donna and I were about half wasted on some very special brownies. We got to talking about our first time. Donna's story was so hot that I asked her if I could write about it. She eagerly gave her. They shared a deep, lustful French kiss, their tongues swirling and delving to the back of each other’s throats, her passion meeting his. She then brought his head to her breast and he gorged on her red, swollen nipple through her sheer bra, then her hands slipped round her back and unclasped it, revealing the full glory of her breasts to him.He sucked greedily on each nipple, moving his head from each to each, Biblical quotes of sin and vice running through his head, the voice of his.