L: (I first call you at around 7:30p). Tring…Tring…S: (Picking up the phone). Hello Sridevi here.L: Hello Manni (Brahmins call their elder brother...��s wife as ‘Manni’, the equivalent of Bhabhi/Anni). Linga pesaren (Linga speaking)S: Theriyum Linga. Eppadi irukka? Enna vishayam (I Know Linga. How are you? Whats up?)L: Amma sweets pannirukkaa. Kudukka sonna. So ippo anga varalaamaa? Anna irukkaaraa? (Mom made some sweets. She asked me to hand it over to you. So, can I come now? Is my elder brother. ”“I don’t unbutton your shirt while your hands are busy.”“So, we don’t kiss while skin touches skin.”“We don’t even kiss with tongue touching tongue, delightful as that taste is.”“Because it’s Lent, I don’t hold you against me with one hand cuddling a breast and the other stroking your marvelous pussy though your clothes.”“Then I don’t rub my derriere across your groin to feel your cock harden.”“And I don’t slip my hand in the waist of your skirt to play with the hair on your mound.”“Then I. Pretty soon we were all stark naked and crawling or rolling from one porno image of hairy minged girls to the next, tugging at our pricks and giggling. Trev asked me to describe what Viv was wearing and I provided him with a full, and somewhat exaggerated, account of the tightness and transparency of her clothes. We found the girl from each of the mags that most resembled her (i.e. pretty, blonde, blue-eyed, big titted and well rounded) and arranged them around us. We began to talk about what. “It looks like you know what you’re doing,” I chuckled. “You must have done this before.” “I haven’t,” she assured me, “Which makes this all the more exciting. Sit down on the bed.” I sat as instructed. “Now lay across it with your head in the corner,” she directed. I had to smile at how serious she looked and the incongruity of her naked beauty as she held the scarf in her hands and moved around the bed. She bound it to some protrusion on the frame. I couldn’t see because she’d pull my arms.