Now I got thirsty and wanted to get more naughty so i said her “Bhabhi am not comfortable this way please only be in your petticoat .” Stupid uncl... was taking it as a joke and started laughing . Bhahi stood up and now was only in petticoat and blouse .I also stood up and said wait bhabhi you have a delicious skin and as a man i feel your husband may like the tattoo on your back instead . She said ok as u wish Mr Artist and turned around and I took off her blouse and petticoat also . She was. I wet two fingers in my mouth, then slid beneath the waistband of my shorts. Pushing past soft, wispy curls, I found the fleshy outer lips of my flower. Shaping my fingers into a 'v', I gently prised them apart. Dewy moisture rose to the familiar touch. Shuffling and shifting on my heels, I spread my legs, bent my knees and allowed myself room to explore. I bit my lower lip and sighed, my fingers gliding in tandem along the moistening groove of my pussy. I tentatively rolled back the hood and. It was there right in front of me!One leg dropped from my lap and as I reached under her thigh to haul it back into place across my own thighs I caught sight of the glistening moisture caught in the hair between her buttocks, now opened to my gaze. I ran my fingers along her soaking bottom crack and heard her gasp at the touch. I repeated the action and felt her spasm as my cock stiffened further under her belly. She reached under me and grasped it, squeezing hard as I teased my finger tips. He got to his feet and stood there wearing a menacing look on his face. ‘You better get out of here while you still got a chance. Because if you don’t, I’m gonna take care of you, then I’ll take care of her. Don’t matter to me who gets it first. You’re gonna get what’s comin’ to you, and so is she.’ ‘Kay, go call Greg!’ Frankie said firmly. ‘I’ll be OK.’ Kay slipped behind Frankie and, clutching her torn dress around her, dashed across the driveway, up the steps, and into the house. ‘If you go.