Tab didi banking kiliye prepare ho rahi thi uski ek schooty v hai jise bo coaching jati hai mene didi ko kabhi galat najar mai nhi dekhi han kafi bar ...sko semi nude dekha hu uski boob bhut badi hai bra mai ek uski gand dekhi hu sirf piche se chut boob kabhi nhi dekhi usko bhut sare ladke line marte the didi ki follow karte karte bhut ladke ghar tak ajate the ek din hamare ek relative ke shadi mai jana tha mere ek cousin bro jo didi ki age ki hai unka naam ram hai dheknai mai khas nhi per. Something in her expression made this more than a test. It was suddenly fun.Olive’s rolling hips made the water slosh. It didn’t splash out of the tub, but if we didn’t slow down, it soon would.I finally employed my hands, by gripping her ample, supple bottom and holding her still for a moment. I released her nipple, looked up, and said, “Slow down a bit or we’ll end up flooding the bathroom.”She smiled at me. “And here, I thought you didn’t care.”“I never said I didn’t care,” I said, sitting. I told her how much i had enjoyed fucking her and she said that the feeling was mutual and she hadn't been able to stop thinking about it.In fact she said she had gone home for her lunch break yesterday and ended up playing with herself.She said it wasn't as good as the real thing though and wished that i had been there.I said i wished i had been to.'Why don't you meet me at lunch time today then.I go home every day'I agreed to meet her in the car park round the corner.She duly picked me up and. I was caressing her shoulders and back from above the t-shirt. Slowly I started massaging her arms and moved the t-shirt from arms towards the shoulders and kept on caressing. Then I started caressing bare skin of her shoulders. We both were enjoying the buzz from alcohol and were silent.While massaging her back when I reached her lower back I inserted my hands inside the shirt and started massaging. She didn’t say anything so I kept on massaging under her t-shirt from lower back and moved.