I pulled her close and undid her bra with less fumbling this time. Her nipples stood ramrod stiff on the center of her unblemished breasts. I slipped ...ff her panties and “accidentally” brushed her clit on the way. Nickole shivered. She and Alana got into a 69 as Alicia stood up to be undressed. She was shorter than the others by at least four inches. I could barely get her polo off of her, it was stretched so tight around her tits. Her bra took me no time at all. Her C cup tits were perfectly. I climbed over the edge of the bath as she edged backwards, sitting up further to let me kneel between her legs with the warm water only just over mid-thigh, somehow managing the whole manoeuvre without losing our kiss, or the contact of our hands on each other. I sensed, rather than saw, her pick up the soap and work it into a lather between her hands before resuming her hold on me, her soapy hand now serving a double purpose, the innocence of cleaning me after a long day, but the unarguable. I and Vishnu are good friend, we used to touch each other’s private parts from long back and as our knowledge of sex grew overtime, touching transformed to hand jobs and blow jobs, we too discovered the incestuous thought together and while having our own fun time if he was in my house he would sniff my mom’s underclothes and we would talk dirty about her. And if I was in his house I would do the same to his mom. During the vacation after the 12th standard exam, my mom took leave for a week so. If you could have only known him the way that I did, you would have seen…’ ‘I did.’ It was only a whisper, maybe not even that, something that I mumbled to myself. ‘I’m sorry, what, honey?’ I said, ‘I know Momma, it’s a real shame.’ We drank our bitter tea in silence. At 11 o’clock she stood up. I offered to drive her to the funeral, but she went on about something having to do with flower arrangements for the cemetery, and we departed separately. The service was almost majestic. There were red.