, you already know why I am here, why did you show me that?" he asks."So we could talk." she says almost shyly almost looking away from the tall black...man."You didn't have to do that, but glad you did though, I was bored to tears I don't know anyone here, and I would like to have some company later on if you'd like." Well I am married." Oh." he says dejected." Sorry if I got the wrong idea." You got the right idea... , I do what ever I want, with whom ever I want, if you want." she leans back. Karen wasn't exactly the neatest person and our bathroom was always cluttered with "girl stuff": makeup scattered all over, panties, bras, even lingerie. One day I found a bright red thong lying on the floor in front of the clothes hamper. Absent-mindedly I picked the thong up, intending to toss it into the hamper when I noticed a dark spot in the crotch area. I fingered it and it was still slightly damp. Shit! My sister must have just barely taken these off! Quickly shutting the. I let out a gasp as my fingers pass over my clit. Always so sensitive but god it feels so good. My fingers make their way down. I'm so wet and not just because of the shower. I can feel the warm slippery juices flowing from my pussy. My fingers penetrate inside, in and out while still pinching my nipple with my other hand. I go back to playing with my clit now that my fingers are lubricated. I fall against the shower wall moaning. I can feel the pulsing increasing as my breathing gets faster.. When I’d finished I politely called her name from the foot of the stairs as there was no sign of her. “ Up here, come on up I’ve something to show you. Last door on the left.” It seemed a strange request but didn’t question and went up. I entered the master bedroom but no sign of her, “In here” She called from the dressing room. I followed her voice and peeked through the door, she was sitting with her back to me brushing her hair when suddenly she stood up and faced me, completely naked! “ Do.