Sitting on my couch and being closely watched by the neighbour’s boy.”She heard Alex laugh.“Now that is a program! Lucky boy, I feel jealous!”...rystal felt a tingle in her stomach and the beginning of a well known dizziness in her head.“Jealous? You?”“Yes, very much.”A pause…“What are you wearing?”Crystal swallowed. The tingle in her stomach grew stronger, a strange kind of electricity swept over her skin and she grabbed the phone harder, her left hand came to rest between her. We walked to the elevator and it opened and we got in. She pushed the 9th floor, but pushed the 8th. She looked at me and I told her this was the next thing she needed to do. I told her to lower the top of her dress and again show me her bra and tits. She said what is someone comes on the elevator...I told her I was willing to take that risk..and she laughed..oh you are making me a bad girl. All the way up to the 8th floor the elevator did not stop and she remained exposed and I fingered her. I couldn't believe she was actually asking me this as I sat there nodding my head yes. She grinned from ear to ear, slid her chair over next to mine, and cupped one of her large breasts offering it to me. "Be my guest," she said pleasurably. Trembling, I reached over taking it in my own hands, and then gingerly bent over and began nursing it.As I sat there sucking on my sister's tits, there was a bit of a surprise for both of us. Suddenly I could taste this sweetness, and realized I was. Maybe it was the anger she had for her husband or the desperation of feeling loved that she felt ever since her husband moved out, which made her say it.“Sure”“Crap!” cursed Kiran in the Khan family’s kitchen. The electricity had gone right when the food she prepared for Mr. Khan was ready. It was her fault since she had planned to prepare a low-fat salad for his lunch, she did not bother to get it done early and had wasted most of the morning watching TV after the bath. Since he could not.