“I want you to talk to me. Dirty.”I cleared my throat, turning the volume up on my radio. “Are you naked?” I asked in a raspy voice.“No,” ...he whispered.“What are you wearing,” I asked, a whisper.“I’m wearing my red panties and a nightshirt.”I had to think for a minute. How to do this would be the biggest challenge. I needed to come up with something quick. I just let myself go. “Picture me, lying next to you. I’m wearing tight boxer briefs.”“Do I have to picture you, Brother?”“Yes,” was my. She just didn’t seem like the type of girl who would be interested in a guy to the point of being so forward. She really looked shy and reserved and nervous. His character judgement must be horrible to make that mistake!Maybe he misjudged her.Maybe she was some kind of horny slut or something.Maybe she’d sleep with anyone.Maybe she wasn’t worth his interest.Maybe she was just easy.Maybe she wasn’t worth lusting after.Maybe friendship was a game of using with her.Maybe she wasn’t worth it as a. I realised what actually bhabhi wants me to do. I started kissing and inserted my hand in her nighty and started fondling with her boobs. I was squeezing her swollen nipples and she started moaning Ohhhh.. Ahhh….. O my beloved devar.. please satisfy my lust……. I am really sex starved…… I lifted her nighty and directly caressed her hairy pussy.Bhabhi removed my shirt pant and under pant and made me fully naked. She caught hold my erected dick in her hand, removed the foreskin and began to suck.. She slid slowly back down, accepting my member deep inside her like a jigsaw piece slottinginto place."I think I need a moment or two," she admitted.We remain in silence for a moment, but she spoke again."Tell me, if you could come anywhere on awoman, where would it be?" Anywhere?" I asked."Yes.Would it be the face, to defile her?Or the breasts, a more sensual option?Maybe it would be on the outside of her pussy, to claim yourterritory.Or inside, to impregnate her.Or maybe, akin to now, you.