”Ooo shit sis, sorryyy sssorry I didn’t mean it, I just wanted to surprise you”, said Marvin and he ran out of the room. I just sat there naked ...inking, not knowing how to react. After all it was my brother so I made up my mind and stepped under the shower. After a relaxing warm bath I put on a strapless gown and didn’t care to wear a panty. When I headed downstairs, Jason was busy with his laptop while Marvin glued to the TV and he pretended as if he didn’t notice me. I went and sat beside him. (Could be the kitchen or bathroom, but do not attempt the following at the pub, cinema or the like.) Help her undress, particularly her underwear if she is so adorned. Undo her bra, let it loosen, cup her breasts with it then remove, letting it fall to the floor. Nibble on her nape while you do so, if she has long hair tell her to hold it up. Flow your hands along her skin down to her panties and tuck your fingertips into them. Follow the contour around as if you are to pull them down, but do. “Am I growing a futa-dick, Mildred?” I howled.“Yes, you are,” Mildred moaned. She stood over me, looking so lovely, her brown hair spilling about her face. Her dark eyes gleamed behind her glasses. She licked her lips. “You are my futa, aren't you?”“Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped. “I love you! I love you so much! Thank you. Thank you.”“You're welcome,” she moaned and put her foot on my hip. She gently pushed, rolling me onto my back. My futa-cock thrust up before me. I could see it bobbing. I. ”Ashna blushed and reprimanded her mother sweetly. “Medical school, Mother. I’m still in school.” Ashna turned back to me, her smile gleaming bright white. I continued to stare. “Uh, Jeremy. My name is Jeremy. Pleased to meet you, Ashna.” I extended my hand, eagerly anticipating the chance to touch her skin. She took it, her warm dry hand fitting smartly into mine. Her grip was surprisingly firm, and I marveled at her confidence. I had no notions that Indian women were meek or wildly oppressed,.