Phil was about 40 years old, maybe 5’-10’’ tall, and about 190 pounds. Surprisingly, he had a full head of black hair, but was a bit pudgy from ...ll of the sitting he did.“Hey Allen, same as always. You field guys are hard on the equipment. It always comes back in need of repair,” he told me.“We always have to jury-rig it to get it to work,” I countered, and we both laughed.“Seriously, what’s up?” Phil asked after half a minute, then looked around before quietly asking, “Is this anything to do. I watched as my hands lifted two chocolate candies from a nearby table.My fingers squashed the two chocolate so they were almost flat thenmashed them all around my two exposed nipples, rubbed them around as mybody heat made each chocolate piece begin to melt. Melting chocolatesmears got all over my nipples, all over my aureoles."Do you like chocolate? Chocolate with milk?" the words came out of mymouth.Then I felt my hands move much lower, down between my legs - they beganspreading my pussy. Rajshri smiled to herself. Her little brother was enjoying.As she neared the door, she heard her brother moan, “Aaahhh Himani, kya mast choochiyan hai teri!” (Aaahhh Himani, what wonderful boobs you have!)Rajshri froze. This must have been a mistake. She must have heard incorrectly. Why would Pratik talk to his sister like that? This must be someone else with the same namesake. She was not prepared for what she heard next. It was Himani – her and Pratik’s sister who replied:Himani: Kyu itne. Debbie, come to the side here. Hold her knee back. Finger fuck her asshole. She’s plenty wet down there.”Debbie dipped her middle finger in my soaking wet pussy and then wiggled the tip into my asshole.“Oooooo ... mmmmm...” I moaned.Ms. Jansen put my other knee behind her back, spreading me wide while keeping both of her hands free. She pulled my clit hood back with one hand and started squeezing and jerking my clit with the other.Ms. Jansen and Debbie had me escalating toward and orgasm in no.