They used to call my wife “Bhabhi” and used to crack jokes with her. She also sat with us as we were drinking. She was wearing a very thin sil... sari which I had gifted her on her birthday two weeks before. That was the first day she was wearing that sari. She was looking gorgeous in that dress. She was wearing a low cut blouse as such half of her cleavage was outside the blouse and the back side was almost bare except for few inches wide cloth. It was a new trend and I also liked that. . At this moment in this glorious sunshsine she reminded me of a young Christina Aguilera (from Genie in a Bottle Video only in a school uniform) It was just about then that I had the vision of fucking my sister, instead of being grossed out I was incredible turned on. Bit embarressed to be thinking of my sister that way I decided to check out her friend Carla. they have been best friends for a couple years now and did everything together. Her Dad was from Africa and her Mum was from Sweden, this. Sulabha Mom could feel herself creaming, a delicious feeling radiating from her crotch, the like of which she had not felt in a long time. She held her son’s head firmly against her bosom as he suckled her and looked longingly at the bulge in his shorts.Meanwhile, Neelima who had watched spellbound the sight of her mother enveloping her young son in her embrace, was already feeling extremely frisky. She felt wetness spread in her panties as her cunt started lubricating with the erotic. I give her a kiss then pinch her stomach adding clothes pins with string down each side pushing her shirt up just under her bra, my hand brushes her shirt causing her to jerk stopping as I caress her neck. "Something wrong" I ask her and she tells me "no" so I go hmmmmmm out loud as I run the back of my fingers down her shirt covered chest detecting two mounds apparently covered by some padding. I remark that this is not a good concealing software from me, she say's "sorry Sir- did not intend.