That day she was wearing a black salwar kameez without any shawl. She was looking smoking hot and me sitting behind, I could see her full of sweat and...her dress hugging on to her body. Her bra straps were protruding out. I felt licking and sucking the sweat out of her dress right there but then got back to senses when she started talking something. Soon enough, we reached my house, andI said “Thanks for the ride, any plans for today?”.She replied “nothing much, going home, will sleep for a. This continued for at least twenty minutes then I ejaculated a huge load in her hand, she licked every bit of it. Then we went to wash room cleaned our-self and we hugged and left as she was getting late for her home, but we decided that we will finish what we left at the earliest.So on next Monday morning she called me at her home as her mil was going somewhere till evening, so we had 3-4 hrs to cherish. I took leave from my hospital and rushed to her place. As soon as I rang the bell, she. She was allowed a few of her ‘old’ wardrobe. As they entered another week of school, Reema was getting used to the grind of university. She and Miguel would talk each day, and her assignments were under control. She attended club meetings without fail, and diligently worked as an assistant editor on the student newspaper. The real challenge came when she had to figure out how to dress herself in her new clothes. Putting together outfits and making decisions about fashion was alien to Reema.. "He nodded and peeked at my twat again. He grabbed onto his cock, too, and stroked it when staring. I could only guess he wanted to stick it inside me but was more than nervous."Why not fuck me?" I asked, reaching for his johnson too. "We're both horny and DTF, so why not fuck me with our parents just in the living room?" You're sure I can shoot inside you?" Yes," I responded, lying down the right way on the bed. "How many guys get to fuck their step-sisters?"He didn't reply, but quickly got on.