After one of my cousin got married, we became close as they shifted near to our house. My bhabhi, Mani, is very hot and so is my sister. We then start...d going to know each other better. We went out to hookah pubs, night clubs and enjoyed each others company. I used to smack my sisters ass in front of her as well. She took it naughtily and shyly smiled giving us the green light. One day we were just sitting in our house when mani said that she had a fantasy to have a rough threesome. I and Arvi. I start to suck on them as she tries to pull away the best she can; trying to resist but her efforts are futile as she is helpless. Her huge breast sways as I am sucking on them. I put a panty vibrator in her panties again she tries to resist with no successSeveral minutes have gone by sucking on her nipples and the panty vibrator attached to her panties and firmly inserted in to her pussy. She starts to rock in the chair and her cries of resistance have turned to moans and heavy breathing her. She planted a row of kisses along the shaft, each more tender, more moist, more loving. She changed her grip from a cradle to a grasp, pushing the rubbery tip between her full, luscious lips. Her tongue probed the underside and lashed at the smooth hardness, her breath sounding like a stiff wind roaring through her nostrils. The intercom on her desk buzzed, startling them both. The voice came through the speaker. “They’re waiting for you on thirty-two,” it said. She released him, inhaled and. Wilma felt the cool air on her face and neck with gratitude. The hum of traffic was still there, miles away, but here in the park the birds were belting out their songs as if they were auditioning for a new musical by Sir Andrew Lloyd Webber. Birds. That's what they'd called girls when Wilma had been one. She'd been a bird herself, then. What did they call them now? She ought to know the popular word. She was supposed to be in touch with the vernacular. Keeping young by contact with the.