Her eyes were bright as she smiled at me, her hands undressing me with great familiarity. It clearly did not matter to her that she wore only shirt an... bra and socks, she clearly had no shame in presenting herself like that to me as she rendered me to a similar state of semi-dress, freeing my throbbing, dripping manhood. Kim had not lost her abilities. I knew that she had briefly dated three men (and a woman) during our time apart, so perhaps that was how she had kept ‘in practice’ with her. They were quiet except for Betty who encouraged Marla to go faster, and to create more excitement. Marla picked up her pace and while licking and sucking his cock, suddenly saw it grow in size. She quickly rapped her lips around this growing red bone and ran her lips up and down quickly and using her tongue played with the tip. He was soon jerking and forcing his cock further in her mouth, down her throat. She felt the first spurt from his cock hit the back of her throat, and before she could. I realised it and pushed my 2 fingers in her pussy, started vigorously finger fucking her. She was lost in the pleasure. I suddenly stopped and asked her th3 same question again. She said “Last night’s experience with my bhaiya was the best experience of my life.” she realised what she has said. She tried to cover up her mistake by saying. But before she could say anything. I stopped her and told her “Aj se hum log din bhar pati patni aur raat me bhai behan banke rahenge”She: aap aisa kyo kar. And she had the most beautiful face.We got to know each other a little better as we cleaned. We found that we had a lot of similar interests. Similar humor. Similar outlook on life. I found myself flirting with her very easily. Then it happened.She went too far. She squirted me with water. Got me wet. At first, I didn’t like that. But then I said, what the hell, and squirted her right back. Good move. Seeing her T-shirt cling to body — showing off her ample breasts — was a treat beyond measure..