She needs some attention too, I scolded myself, so found I could reach back enough with my right hand to slide her nightie up over her hips, and attac..., sorry: I mean caress, her pussy. The bed under us was flooded, and her cunt was the same, just oozing juices and opened for whatever would come inside. My hand did just that, slowly, then more urgently as I felt she needed release and contentment, and she sure did, within a few seconds of my stimulation. She stiffened, sighed, reared her hips. "What opportunity?", she asked, "Why and how the hell is Peter involved in this?"I knew that I had no choice but to come clean about Peter and me. I told my Mom that Peter had caught me in his room going through his stuff and had kinda blackmailed me into subsequent events.Mom said,"If all that happened was Peter catching you going through is bag then why didn't you tell me, sure it's a bad thing to do to a guest, to go through their personal belongings, but I wouldn't have been too mad. I have. Me delhi me ip university ka studenthu me wha final year me regular coll me padta hu mujhe chutti mitle hi ghar wapas jana hota h es karanme train me bohot safar karta hu jab b me koe train wali sex story padta tosochta mere sath ye kab hoga aur mujhe llgne lga k ye sab jhut hota h aasa kuch nahi hota lakin ab mujhe yakin ho gyak ye sab sach hota H because mere sath ye hua h baat us samay ki h jub me apnicoll ki chuti k bad ghar ja rha tha tyohaho ki wajha se mujhe sleeper mereservation nahi. I'm sure Dana would be feeling just as mortified by what went on between us as I did. I simply needed to forget what happened. I needed to forget how insanely sexy it was watching my beautiful big sister spread her legs in the candlelight. I had to forget the burning look of desire in her eyes when I exposed my clean-shaven pussy to her. I needed to forget how good it felt to cum next to her, our naked bodies pressed close together.I realized my soapy fingers were inside me and quickly forced.