“Tell me, Arun? Is that what you want?” Reddy asked againI simply nodded in yes.“Really? You don’t want me to fuck Kavita on your bed?” Redd... asked againI wanted to see my wife get fucked. But I had to hold my ground and make sure that Kavita doesn’t go out of hand or she doesn’t take me for granted.“Yes. I don’t want anything to happen tonight,” I said with a heavy heartReddy was a bit surprised, but my wife was looked shocked.“Ok, I won’t fuck your wife. What do we do now? I cannot go out.. Most of the guys I know call them honeys or cuties. I get a hard-on every time I see her no matter what she's wearing, and she's kind of careless about how she dresses around the house. I haven't seen any Tiff pussy, but I had gotten a lot of Tiff nipple views because she hates bras.Anyhow, we sat together in the back seat on the way home and although I was tempted, I didn't try anything, just sat there enjoying the way my cock felt, straining in my Levis and the warmth and smell of my sister. Moving into a position behind her, the young man began grinding the crotch of his jeans against her bottom as his hands circled around her and pulled the front of her dress down to reveal her bra. Roughly he began squeezing her breasts through the bra as Amy began to moan softly. After a few seconds of this rough mauling, he gripped the underwire of the bra and pushed it up and over her boobs. With a louder groan from Amy, her large tits sprang free of the garment and hung invitingly above his. I would have loved it to havemany layers of petticoat that it would have made the dress stickout showing the petticoats lace and to have been so short thatmy stockings would have been exposed below. That would have beenmore fun for sissy and mistress games.Instead I looked like a pretty girl ready for a special occasionlike a wedding or ball, albeit in a short flared dress. As Imoved the skirt felt and looked gorgeous with the flaring of thepetticoats causing it to flare around me and I decided.