’ Almost like they did when they were children, both girls squealed and jumped on him. That is where the comparison ended. These were sexy, lingerie...clad bundles of sexy woman-flesh, literally ripping his shirt off, buttons flying everywhere and yanking his pants away and then, his boxers. Cathy slid on top of him, her gorgeous round tits pressed against his chest, her lightly-furred brunette pussy rubbing against his cock. Steve could already feel how wet and excited she was. Cathy slid her. At home in general, she used to wear a t-shirt with pants, sarees, and nightwear.A few months continued like this. I was going to my office regularly for meals while she would share all the love stories of her neighbor and the fighting of husband and wife in and around neighbors.We were like friends more than siblings and I would share all my colleagues’ stories. During the day she used to work in the household with light work to help my mother.We used to have food in the hall because we don’t. I felt a little heat build in my face as that thought crossed my mind and likewise the central bulge in my swim suit got a little bigger too. As I turned at the shallow end of the pool, diving beneath the surface to push off, Jayne was standing watching me. My arm slid over and bounced off of her left breast. She was closer than I imagined.In the shock of the collision, I stopped swimming and turned toward her and apologized for smashing into her. She replied it was OK and it was more her fault. He really was a very lecherous pussy! She looked around a couple of times and was horrified at the look of fascinated intensity on those furry little features.By this time all nocturnal wanderers, young lovers, voyeurs and cruisers seemed to have deserted the great outdoors for the night and decamped indoors where it was warm and cosy. Veronica reflected that she did not blame them. Even fully clothed, it must be uncomfortable out here. And she was not clothed at all, as her chattering teeth.