Since I'm now writing another obviously that was a mistake and I'm quite sure it was a mistake on my part. I hope I will be forgiven and not judged to...harshly. I'm a simple man that works each day earning the weekly paycheck. Well, enough self pity and now on with the story. By the way, I'm quite certain this will be the last chapter. By the way, if this episode seems short maybe it's because it's time to put it to bed and let it rest.A month had gone by since my lovely sister had done the deed. She accepted after many talks and I been to pharmacy and took condom with lots of fear and I entered her home.Bingo the game begins!We went together to her room after 1 hour talk she got horny and she smooched me! It gave response and have I gave second smooch and moved forward she was wearing t shirt so I entered my hand inside and removed bra from her back she laughed and she lowered her bra from inside t shirt I started pressing hard above t shirt meanwhile I was kissing hard as much I can.. I began to bluster a bit shooing him towards the door but he`s a big guy and he put his finger to his lip in a gesture that I should be silent. Somewhat scared I did stand silently, ever conscious that I was dressed in just a blue basque, barefoot with my tits on show and with Steve`s cum still dampening my thighs. “Mrs Slack “he began with no small talk or preamble at all “I know all about you and the postman I have photos of his pimply arse between your lovely thighs on the front room sofa,. I have never thought that the girl who still wears loose salwar and looks like “behen ji” has so much of lust inside her. Her good morning messages changed to “Good morning sexy”. She started to talk about my sex fantasies and her also. One day we were chatting normally. She asked me what makes me turn on. I said a girl who exposes and touches me makes me turn on. She asked what is the dress I need to see her in. with all passion I told her about my fantasies.One day we planned to go for a.