So it was something of a surprise when the doorbell rang one afternoon and we discovered my sister, Jasmine, on the doorstep, her young teen daughter ...eside her. They were soon enjoying the July sunshine out in the back garden, where we tended to eat our meals when the weather was warm enough.I hadn’t seen Jasmine or Claire for many years. I vaguely recalled that shortly after I left home to find work the other side of the country, Jazz had married – a showman, I understood – in a travelling. On their ride back home in Taxi, Kanchana could not keep her eyes away from the beauty sitting beside her at an arm’s length. Consoling her, Kanchana repeatedly tried to hug her sister in law. As they chatted, Kanchana’s eyes returned again and again to the fullness of Lalitha’s breasts covered by her traditional Indian blouse and the neckline. What would the nipples be like? How soft would they be? Kanchana loved the idea of pressing those alluring breasts. The animal within her has now fully. I held that breath in anticipation of your touch, my whole body tingling, blood rushing straight to my nipples and pussy. As I turn to look at you, you gently but firmly put one hand to the back of my head to hold it straight, and one to the small of my back. Slowly you run your fingers down my long, wavy hair till you reach my waist. A shiver of pleasure starts my knees trembling and a light moan escapes as your hand moves away. You increase the pressure of your hand forcing me to arch my. If you find this objectionable, please stopreading.A version of this story was originally posted by the author on the forumsof CYOC.net in March of 2012. If you wish to post this story anywhereother than Fictionmania.tv or CYOC.net, please contact the author [email protected]. Feel free to save a copy for your personaluse, but please do not post it for download without the author'spermission. Comments and/or critique are welcome."Outta my way, losers!" shouted Dale, careening wildly.