She was very beautiful girl of the age 20. I would admire her boobs whenever she turns sideways. I was masturbating on the thought of her and spent ma...y sleep less nights. She always takes bath in the bathroom with an open top. She takes her bath in the early morning. I would watch her bathing from terrace daily. She would enter the bathroom and removes her sari first then she removes her blouse, then her bra and ties her petticoat till her chest. I had only got a very little time to view her. I am male the story is completely fictional. Let’s enjoy the journey.Ayesha was in HSC so her complete focus was on her studies. I had told her time and again to focus on studies only and not on her bf. She understood the situation well and was fully concentrated on studies only. I was happy that she did it well though she had kept the friendship alive but both the kids were focusing on studies.As parents, we were little anxious about her future but we had never put any kind of pressure on her.. Instead, I wrapped hertiny fingers around my giant, pulsating shaft.“Ohhhh…” she moaned.“Do you know what to do?” I asked. “Just be nice to it.Stroke it, Carla. Up and down. Good girl, sweet littlesister…”Her touch, so light, so sensitive, her hand movingtentatively at first, then faster, ever faster. I leanedback on the sofa and closed my eyes, lost in thesensation of my sister’s hand manipulating my stiffflesh. Needless to say, I. I took a couple of deep breaths and I pulled my underpants down and handed them to Steve and ran as fast as I possibly could the length of the garages, touched the end of the brick wall at the last garage and ran back to the safety of the open garage Steve was waiting for me in. I noticed that as I ran back towards the garage he was waiting in that Steve couldn’t take his eyes off of my penis. I then dared Steve to do the same dare, but to do five “Star Jumps” halfway back; he slipped his.