As I began towelling myself down she stood, hit the flush button stepped from the knickers around her ankles, lifted her dress high over her head and ...iscarded it to the laundry hamper. From the reflection in the mirror I noticed her reaching to unclasp her bra and let her surgically enhanced breasts swing free. I was well aware these increased some five years earlier, repairing the wear from breastfeeding me, my brother and our sister. I had always enjoyed admiring these whenever she strolled. He gave up.A gift, Sujit was saying in his head.It better be his twins, his own words echoed.Joginder’s two daughters had tried to be friendly with Afreen. They started hanging out with her. Even Banerjee babu’s daughter, a friend of the twins, started being with them. But Afreen didn’t pay much attention to them. “I feel they want to be my friends out of sympathy, Abbu!” she had complained when he had asked about the three girls. “Plus they are my juniors,” she had giggled.But when she turned. ” She panted and moaned as I leaned over her. Her breasts shook and bounced every time my hips clapped against hers. I let go of one leg and rubbed her clit. She moaned loudly at that. I felt myself nearing my peak and let go of her other leg, leaning over her and placing my other hand behind her head. My chest pressed against her breast as she wrapped her arms and legs around me. My face was inches from hers as we stared wide eyed into each others eyes. As we held tightly onto each other. Fast forward to May of this year and more and more of my porn searches were pee related. Then one night after a wed been out for a friends birthday we got back home and ducked and wanked each other silly. But no doubt to the booze I was struggling to cum. My wife told me to touch myself while she pulled and pinched my nipples nipples and talked dirty to me, this usally does the trick. My mind racing with thought of her peeing while I wanked. She asked me what I was thinking about and I rather.