.. both of us so laden she heads to the cash register.So far this isn't too bad I think. The salesgirl is cute if a bit ditzyand young."Miss... may w... use the dressing room? My sissy friend here will need tocheck the sizes of some things"Shame and humiliation wash over me as the salesgirl scrutinizes me."I am afraid it is store policy not to allow men in the dressing rooms." Oh heavens to Betsy, a policy like that in this day and age? Let mespeak to the manager please."While I at once admire. Then I was suddenly inside my sister. Her cunt was tight as she sounded off, “Ah Oaooooh”. I was not sure if that was a sound of pain or delight. “Jill, are you OK?”, I asked. She answered, “Yeah, I’m just surprised it would feel so tight.” I slowly pushed in deeper. Then I moved back out and in again. I kept pushing as Jill’s cunt adapted to my erection. I began to move in and out with a good rhythm. I loved the look and feel of my hands holding her little ass. My cock felt good inside of her. I learned that she graduated out of Umass Amherst and was also 26 years old. She wasn’t married, had no boyfriends because work kept her way to busy to socialize. We learned that she lived less then 20 minutes away from me in Boston, MA. We then ate lunch together on the plane and talked about our future aspirations and how we both wanted to find someone soon so we could settle down and start families. By this team we were only 2 hours away from CA.Alexis or Lexi as she liked to be called had. I had beautiful long hair drawn back and tied at the back of the head like a ponytail.The man I saw was casually dressed in a red round neck T-shirt and blue jeans, nearly 6-foot height Muscular body. I was searching for some brown bread in the food section. Suddenly he saw me and said something in a soft voice.I realized he said what a beautiful Indian girl. He stared at me. He scanned me from top to bottom once, and he measured all my curves in his eyes. He wanted to talk to me and there was.