I kissed her navel and licked it for a minute. Then softly I gave little love bites on her hips. My sister reminded, “Hey don’t make a mark. Mom w...ll find it out.”Now I disrobed her saree. She was in a blouse and skirt. I removed her blouse with my hands and saw those soft melons. What a sight? I removed her bra from the back and started to suck it. I was kissing, sucking her nipples and breast completely. Left sucked, right massaged.Again to right breast sucking, left pressing. My sister. They said the tailor went out of station will not be available for the next couple of days.My mom was very worried as the function is just two days away. I got an idea immediately. I told mom, I will stitch her blouse.Mom: Son, how do you know?Son: Mom, I am a fashion designer and I learned it as part of my course.Mom: She thought for a moment and said okay as there are no other options left.I was very thrilled. We went home, and she arranged for me the sewing machine and the sari. I bought the. Being very unique, I did not get along much with the other girls. But I never felt lonely because of my best friend, Divya.We both were on the same wavelength right from middle school. Her height, figures, and frame of mind were pretty similar to mine. I shared all my secrets with her (except my BDSM fantasy). She, too, shared everything with me.She was a secret lesbian, but not like a real one, just as a fantasy. She loves to kiss me. Being her girlfriend, I accept it, although I don’t like. I parked up and looked around, there was one guy sat on a bench. I wandered up the path and sat down on the bench, mumbled a quick “evening mate" and got out a cigarette then realised i did not have a light. Turning to the guy I asked if he had a one, it was at this point I knew why he was there, “yes” he said and proferred me his lit ciggy with his left hand, his right hard was busy stroking his hardening cock. I handed his cig back and without a second thought asked if I could do that for.