I bit my tongue about her experience in modeling. I knew she never didwell but I thought she was great. I think she could still be great if shehadn't ...iven up. But mother did that. It wasn't fair.I still thought that she would have a good future in modeling. She wasvery busty. In my mind, She was like Kim Kardashian. She would have beengood at modeling bras and lingerie. But she had bad luck and bad advicewhich tanked her career pretty early. It made me sad.And so I held my tongue as my sister. “Oh, that’s… That’s all right, is it?” he gasps, astonished.I lick until I can no longer taste him, only myself. Then I suck his cock again, but with smaller movements this time so I can lash it with my tongue, pushing the foreskin up and down and rubbing the exposed head with the rough surface of my taste buds.“Fucking hell!” he shouts. “Kelly, for fuck’s sake stop or I will drown you in semen!”Semen? He really is a farmer.“How–how do I put it in you?”I turn so I land on my hands and knees,. I removed the satin bra. I kissed, licked, sucked, massaged and tweaked each breast. My tongue flicking quickly over each of your nipples. Sucking each of them deeply into my mouth. My one free hand was rubbing your pussy at this time, a finger pressed deep inside and then gently pinching your clit, my thumb rubbing your asshole. I rubbed some of Your hot wet juicy pussy’s juice over your asshole and my thumb easily slipped in. I finger-fucked your pussy and ass at the same time. I then licked. Within moments, the gap between her and her family was filled by a few bodies. The room was now filling up and you could not move without bumping into someone. Standing now just inches from my Indian princess, I was struck by the curvaceous nature of her body. Her breasts were full and round, her hips were well rounded and I now realized she could not have stood even 5’ 2” tall even in her heals.And now I could breathe in the intoxicating scent of her and it set my blood on fire with lust. .