She took off her duppatta and tied in her hip. She asked to help her as the full room has to be arranged. She was bending over and taking things from ...loor. I could clearly see her ample cleavage. WOWWWW… Her boobs were milky hanging like mangoes in her black bra. I could not take my eyes from her. I slowed down the work a little bit. But she was continuing the work without noticing me. And I was enjoying her. I was like to pluck the mangoes from the well grown white tree.Suddenly she sat on. I bet he wasn’t even a good kisser.’She giggled. ‘Nope.’I returned her smile with twice the warmth and then leaned over her, pressing my mouth to hers. I felt her smiles against my lips, gently kissing back.Us kissing wasn’t new. I’d never had a serious boyfriend, for various reasons, but when Marsie had been curious about kissing at thirteen or so, I helped her learn. We didn’t think there was anything wrong with it, and had plenty of fun making out together. I knew there were things we didn’t. Kara wasn't intimidating to look at. Her friends always talked about nice she was and how beautiful she looked with her wavy rich-brown hair and light-brown eyes. As nice as she was to her friends, this 5'7, 115lbs woman was the boss around the house. I knew better than to ever upset her as she wouldn't think twice before ordering me to get into my pyjamas and go over her lap for a spanking. Though I'll save the history lesson for another time, I'll provide a quick summary. My mom worked double. In her mind, which had never managed to keep pace with the development of her body, her older brother represented a tangible security against all the bad things that might happen to her were it not for his presence.At school, until he graduated, Ted had stood between her and the harsh teasing of those who recognized her backwardness. When some older boy tried to take advantage of her quite real innocence, it was Ted who convinced the youth to desist by pounding the warning into his head with a.