Her tits were giggling to the rhythm of her footsteps while she walked toward the edge of the pool telling me it was time to go home. I said to her �...but we just got here”. She replied “my bikini top is loose so i can’t go back into the water with out it falling off. I assumed her bikini couldn’t not take the damage of her heavy tits swaying around. So after we both got changed we headed home and the whole time i was imagining her body in that purple bikini. I was hit with a lightening bolt that. She was wearing very tight leggings, which was always a code we had developed. Normally, she walked her kids to school but today, as part of her plan, she had brought her car. This gave her an opportunity to break away from the other parents and make a call from the privacy of her car parked a hundred meters down the road from my house. “I can’t wait,” she announced in her breathless, sexy voice. “I’m already getting moist.”“I’m ready and hard,” I repliedShe gave five minutes for the last of. Yo que a pesar de los 9 añitos era muy espabilado y no se me escapaba detalle alguno, observe como en una ocasión, papa le mostraba a mama en el taller una herramienta nueva que había comprado, esta tenía una forma extraña (Mas tarde pude enterarme que tenia la forma de un consolador) El mirándola muy pícaramente, introdujo dicha herramienta entre sus dedos pulgar e índice, unidos entre sí en forma de arco desplazándola arriba y abajo muy suavemente, ella se reía de una forma muy extraña, abría. We both started spending more time in her room. She let me watch her putting on new dresses.I had a great time with her seeing her in bras and panties but she never let me see her nude. One day aunty bought her the first new saree. She used to wear her mother’s sarees but she never had her own saree. She called me up and I went to her house.When I reached there her parents were going out. I quickly went upstairs and she told me that she is going to try it on. I didn’t want to see her getting.