The fabric grazed his sensitive skin along with the tips of her fingers. Her skin brushing against his warm flesh caused a surge to run through her bo...y, making her to lose what was left of her will. Jeff spoke, almost breaking the spell she seemed to be under, but she told him to be still, unable to bring herself to stop touching him. The wall that normally protected her was nowhere in sight. The only thing she could think about was trying to bring him pleasure.Jeff had given up trying to. The girl in the aisle seat was wearing a red sexy churidar and I was standing there leaning on to the seat just opposite to her seat and her shawl was kept very lower and a nice view of her cleavage was visible from where I was standing. I was very much enjoying what I was seeing. The bus started from Kottayam bus stand and the movements of her boobs because of the movements of the bus was very sexy. I’m a little introvert person and didn’t want to do anything to a girl without her consent, I. And dozy...After a few minutes, I saw my sister standing at the top of the stairs.I didn't care.She was standing there stark naked.This didn't seem strange.She walked down the stairs towards me.I started to feel sensual.She stood naked in front of me. Without saying a word (at least I don't remember any), she guided my hands upwards ands stripped off my shirt. Without prompting, she stood me up and stripped off my pants.We were both naked. I didn't care.Without a word, she grabbed my erect. Tumescent was the word someone told her.Her mother had anointed both men's long members and squeezed their scotums, and they had knelt and sworn their fealty as their huge male organs rose and then, right there on the steps, they had mounted and horsed two of her handmaidens, stood and backed away with the writhing girls impaled on their rearing horns, wrapped in their long legs. It had made the girl very wet between her legs and given her several nightmares.An hour later when Beatrice returned.