My memory of my sister’s wet pussy might have faded, were it not for a second, very memorable dream not long after the first one. My bedroom window...looked out on the back garden. We had a pool at the bottom of the garden. My Mum and Tabatha didn’t like to swim much. They didn’t want to get their hair wet. But Tabatha used to sunbake on the deck around the pool. I never thought anything of it before. But now I found the sight of my sister in her bathers endlessly fascinating. My Mum told. Dusri taraf didi rang gora,umar 24 sal, ht 5’1” hip-38, kamar-30, chuche-36d. Bal kandho tak. Muh me pimple ke purane scars hai par unka figure aur unka kamar latkate chalna itna katilana tha ke koi bhi unhe nazar andaz nahi kar sakta. Par didi bhi kam nahi thi. Wo janti thi ke bhale hi uske pati use na chodte ho, par society ke sare mard uspe nazar dete hai aur uske sath sone ke sapne dekhte hai.Usko accha lagta jab koi unhe ghurta, unse flirt karta. Wo sabse ghul mil jati aur sab ka attention. After a few minutes I had to have a quick look at the girls’ sex video, naturally, and that resulted in a nice long wank to finish the incredible day.They’d asked if they could come round the next day, the Sunday, and so I was expecting it when at ten the door bell went. But I opened it to find a third girl standing nervously in between Angie and Christina. A smaller girl: Natalie Bryant.She’s another one whose name I’d learned quickly, because she is gorgeous; and on the mature side for her. How couldsomeone worthless as a man in a nightie and silk robe deserved the loveof Jennifer. Then she felt even weaker than normal for she was notstrong enough to fight to be in her proper place. Lastly, she started tothink that the other shoe was going to drop when Jen got home. It wouldback to how it should be, but the maid did not want that anymore, shewas better than just a servant. She cursed herself out loud for shethought of her mistress as Jen, not Miss Jennifer.The doubtful.