” yahan zaheer thoda hichkichate bolta hai,”mera matlab hai ki woh un ladkiyo ke saath ghumti hai jinka chal chalan thik nahi.mai kuch girls ko pu...ish karne wala hoon,aur pooja ka naam bhi punishment list mai hai.maine un ladkiyo ke parents ko bhi bataya hai yeh sab aur aaj apko bata de raha hoon.aap chahe to usko thik kar sakti hai,mujhe aise girls nahi chahaye mare college mai.”aarti felt good when she saw zaheer eying her boob.she also found zaheer a good looking handsome male making her. Though he was an esteemed member of the community, his wife usually came last on his priority list. She was merely a child-bearer, caretaker, cook and wife. And, in the evening a submissive and convenient receptacle for his passions. Mrs Cassandra Garrison was a beauty. She had been a cheerleader in high school, she kept in shape, took care of her appearance. She had long dark hair, and many people thought she looked like Catherine Zeta Jones. Her breasts were soft and full, and she cared for. Oh God, I sighed, my head swimming with dirty thoughts and ravenous need. Oh fuck… What…a…dirty…mouth, he said, punctuating each word with a thrust as he started to hump me. He grabbed my skirt and pulled it up over my ass so that he saw the red thong I was wearing. Mm…I like these. At this point I was rubbing my pussy against the long hard bulge in his jeans and my clit was throbbing beautifully while his hands moved from my hips to caress my ass cheeks as he continued to hump me with that. "Right lets get this off shall we," I said in a soothing voice and I pulled her t-shirt up and over her head leaving her naked except for her knickers.I pulled her up on to her feet and pushed her all the way down the landing to the bathroom. She does have exceedingly nice tits."She's having a shower," I told mum when I returned downstairs.My mind wasn't on my eggs though but on my sister's body and what I was going to do with it.As the day went on she became more and more with it and I noticed.