I always wear saree at home and so was I wearing a pink saree with red blouse and petticoat. The blouse had a nice cleavage and so I showed a little c...oth of my bra and the petticoat was too low so one can clearly see my panty’s lining over it.He said though you look sexy but yet I like my slut without undergarments. Get them off.I rushed in bedroom and took off my bra and panty. I came back wearing just blouse and petticoat under saree. He said “Doesn’t your blouse and petticoat comes under. She then spun him around to face the same rock she got blown on and pushed him forward so he could brace the rock wall. Immediately she assumed a kneeling position behind him, split his cheeks apart and aggressively licked his asshole. There was no pretense of teasing around the mark here, if he was as good a man as he appeared to be, then she would dive face first right up that bung hole."Oh yeah", he exasperated in a whisper, this was soooo good. At the same time she face fucked him she began. Be gone when I return.”My brother’s voice vibrated in an odd chorus with mine.As we rushed down a worn-out flight of primitive stairs carved out of the sand-colored rock. Eric said. “I let him live because of you.”“I didn’t like that geezer either, and my gods don’t require worship. Oh and brother, remember I can break my neck. We are pressed for time, but storming down these uneven stairs in a robe is a recipe for disaster.”“Not to worry, sister.”We had reached the bottom of the stairs and. ”“Well, I do want to wait.”“Yeah … ‘want’ to, but don’t have to.”“You really are a cucky boy, aren’t you?”“And if you let that slip to Nikau, you could be a really dirty girl.”“Stop it. You get going before you get me all worked up. Nikau will be here soon to walk me down to the canteen. Text me when you get to Sydney.”“And you text me if you let anything slip out … or maybe slip in. Text me later anyway, Ok?.”“Go on, get going to Sydney, cucky boy, and make sure you drive that truck.