I could see her skin react to the contact and goose bumps formed. Janet started rocking her hips to the rhythm of her licking and I could feel her get...ing wetter. I had sufficiently warmed her up and she was obviously enjoying her self . I moved up to my knees and grasped my cock, stroking it for effect, letting her know it was time. Janet flinched and feigned protest because she wanted her orgasm before I took about entering her treasure. I reached forward and slapped her face and then. . should have died, but... he didn't." She looked really uncomfortable, worried. Worried I would think she was crazy. Me! The person who sent a man off to his death because I loved him so much! I needed to know more about this, though. Cindi was not supposed to be able to know if he died or not."Why did he not die, Cindi? I don't understand. Explain it to me." Cindi's answer was not what I was expecting."How do you know he died? How could you possibly know? How do you know what highway he was. I covered myself with sheet and turned the light on, then asked if she had just taken a picture... she walked towards the bathroom again and denied having taken a picture but kept smiling. I then asked her to show me her phone to prove it, but she got really nervous, I asked her to close the door so I could get my boxers on, which she did. Once I put my boxers on (with a pretty obvious hard on), I asked her to open the bathroom door and insisted on checking her phone. She finally confessed. My sister was very pretty and sexy. All of them had big Breast and lovely body, this I notice when they would be sleeping. They use to wear sarees and blouse. At night my two married sisters would only wear petticoat and blouse, showing most of the time part of their big breast. I use to pretend that I was asleep but trying to glance at their sexy body. This went on for sometime but I would not make or dare to make a move. Then one night I went to sleep earlier, wearing only a Lungi, nothing on.