Suddenly I took her hand in my hand and we continue talking; both ignoring it. I was not interested in these talk but concentrating on the hand I was ...olding. I started patting her hand and then I put my hand on her thighs, holding her hand. After some time, we started discussing about whether I have girlfriend or not and I told her “no I don’t have now” (lying) and she was surprised by saying dude you have a decent life in Delhi, looks cool but doesn’t have girlfriend? I shrugged and started. That feels good, Angie….yeah….slide up and down….yeah….just like that….keep going….yeah….”Angie began slowly moving up and down on the warden’s dick, sliding a little farther down his shaft with every downward thrust, until he was all the way inside her, and her clit was rubbing against the base of his cock.The warden’s eyes were locked on Angie’s wobbling boobs, and he grabbed both of them with his hands…squeezing the flesh and making the nipples stand up like little erasers, so he could suck. I wondered what Gulu meant by saying that his sister was attracted to me. I remembered beautiful Krishma and started stroking my cock in front of the mirror. For a few minutes I forgot where I was and fisted my hard cock.Just then the door of the bathroom opened suddenly “Oh God that’s a beautiful cock you’ve got there Raghuveer! My mom and Krishma would love it. Mom is always after young studs. You know Bhaiya is always away on tours and I have to look after Bhabi, your sister and you sister. "When they returned, they were all excited about their success at the mall. Each of them kissed me fondly and said something loving. I know this is not a dream, but I'm still trying to figure out how I ended up here. Let's take a realistic inventory. I'm six feet, not bad looking, trim, able to run four miles, have enough hair to comb, and financially independent. I happened into the lives of these beautiful girls not by my own ingenuity. I did have empty rooms in my house, but who the hell can.