.. and fix her teeth...” she continued to speak for her friend, pouting her lips, and speaking in an exaggerated pitiable tone. She paused for a mom...nt to see the expression on my face, and seeing no empathy, slid forward towards me.Reaching between us, she lewdly pressed her palm to my partly erect phallus under the thick towel, and smiling lasciviously said “Please help her a bit, won’t you, saheb ... she will be eternally grateful to you...” fondling my erection through the thick white. My bhabhi started removing my shirt and kissing my neck playing with my hair. I states to fondle my sisters huge cups and hips and her hair I was going fully mad. My sis then pulled me to her n lip locked me for 5 min our juices met our tongues were playing with each other saliva exchanged smooched like mad with passion love ecstasyM my bhabhi removed my belt and open my zip n hold my penis out which was almost painting inside the zip of my denim and was huge like 11 inches they both smiled n. A rush of excitement hit me ... same as every time I sacked a quarterback in football. Well, not exactly the same, but similar. All I know is I didn't want to live without those feelings - no matter what it cost me. Looking out at the peaceful pond settled me some, but I still struggled to get Daddy's disgusted look outta my head. He was hard on me growing up, but I always thought he loved me and wanted to do what was best for me. It felt darn good when I heard him bragging on me to the. " What did you call it?" Mom asked."They're called tramp stamps." They are not," Bernie exclaimed."Why do they call them that?" From what I've heard any girl that gets that kind of tattoo is announcing to the world that she's a slut." It's worse than I thought," said Mom. "I think I need a drink." He's just making that up, Mom. I know he is." I'm not making it up. Just google tramp stamps and you'll see that I'm right." Well, I've had my say," said Mom. "You're going to have to live with that.