Pouting a little, her younger sister complied, answering questions reluctantly.Finally Bette Jean got the courage to ask right out. "How long are you ...lanning to stay?"Wanda fidgeted and blushed. "Well, I was hoping maybe you'd let me stay for good. They're getting so old, Bette Jean. I mean I can't even have a date without the roof falling in. I mean... well, I wouldn't be any trouble. I'd get a job and I could help you with the housework and all. I just had to get away. There's nothing to do. If you wanna play dress up while I'm out, you can do itwhilst I'm here and I'll get a clean house into the bargain too. Nowstand up and stop whining."I stood up. There was no way she was going to give in any of this; Iknew I had to see it through."Right," she said triumphantly, "let's have a look at this maid's dressof yours." She held it up.It wasn't your usual mail order French maid's outfit that falls apartthe first time you wear it. I'd searched high and low on the Internetfor something. " Never mind. I came to make this Gopals best birthday ever. Since you have already begun the party, let me join in" she giggled."Sure..." did I say that? Did I really? U couldn't think straight. Especially when she took my hands, still around the two whores, and placed them firmly on her twin mammaries. The sight of it almost made me cum. My brown hands on her white chest, cupping her melons at her own insistence. My manly instincts kicked in, I began squeezing them. They felt soft in my. She got the hint but she is not opening up, then I was fed up and held her by her waist and gave a hard push, by that she turned around and asked me why I held her waist. I said that to avoid pain caused by the table due to the hard pushing but she did not accept my reason and kept on asking me what are my intentions.After some time, I gave a deep kiss on her lips, she tried to get released but due to my strength, she couldn’t able get free, after some mins, I left her, then after a few.