I hope you guys will enjoy it and this is my true story and small description is here who is what. I have a friend and this story is between his siste... Asma and me and now let’s gets directly into story me Hamesha ki tarah friend se milne uske ghar gaya around 11am subah andar Jake maine friend kobulaya to uski sister asma ne bola ki bhaiya nahi hai to maine poocha ki kahan gaya to woh boli ki ghar pe sab ko nizambad gaye hai aur me akeli hu yeh sunke mere mann me pisal gaya maine bola ki kya. As you may have read in some of our other escapades, we get extremely turned on letting other men enjoy my nakedness. This weekend was no exception, I had spent much of the morning trying on revealing tops that would normally only be worn with a camisole, occasionally parading out of the changing room without one, and so was already really sexed up. My satin bath robe was slightly translucent and cut to mid thigh. As I stood in front of the mirror I thought to myself rather vainly, that it. She lay down on the sofa where she was sitting, and moved into the back of it. I moved over to face her, and started caressing her belly with my right hand over her nighty. She sighed and closed her eyes. “Oh baby, that feels so good. Don’t stop.” I bent down and kissed her on the lips. It was electric. She opened her mouth, and let me put my tongue right inside. Our tongues danced round each others’ wetly. I pushed my hand down over her silky nighty, over her cunt, then down to her. I lift that short little robe up, exposing your bare ass. I run a hand down between your legs, and I can feel the heat from your sex. I kneel down to lick, to taste, and you push up against me. I love it. You love that I’m still wearing my suit. I stand back up and rub my swelling groin up against your ass. ‘I want it,’ you say. I don’t respond, undoing my belt. You think you’re going to get satisfied, but I have other plans. I fold over the belt in my hand, and run the leather up your legs,.