Jiju also said, “Anajli, Raj is right. Go and wear it”.So she moved to her room. As she opened the box, she also found a sexy black coloured linge...ie at the bottom below the salwar tagged with a note: “For my sexy and hot didi with love”.We all got ready in the next 1.5 hours. Oh God! Didi was looking stunning, more hot and sexy in the black dress. In the tight black leggings, her legs and thighs were looking very sexy and her curves were looking good in it. Her boobs and sexy round ass were. She moved out some years later, to another city, and so did I, but we always kept in touch.She was busty ever since I remember, guys used to stare at her tits like hungry dogs even when she was just hitting puberty, needless to say even I enjoyed taking a quick glance once in a while. I still remember a holi, we were 18, when all the other guys wanted to burst the water balloons on her up close so that they could “accidentally” feel her boobs, few had that privilege though. I didn’t have any. She had completely changed now, she looked kind off bubbly back then but now she was hot and had a well-maintained figure. I complimented her for that and asked her if she had a boyfriend for that she said no. After few casual talks I asked her if we can meet, she accepted and said she will be coming to Bangalore next week. I was excited and the time came, She had worn a yellow one piece(frock). I couldn’t take my eyes off her milky thighs and her cleavage was a bit revealing as she wore deep. It wasn’t being fucked, it was being tricked. But, yes, you are forgiven.”“Good, because …” I kick off my heels and reach down to the bottom of her dress and start pulling it up her thighs “now that you know them, let’s do it again.” She just smiled at me and nodded, kicked her heels off and raised her arms up over her head to facilitate the removal of her dress. Once removed, I pulled her into my arms … again. Naked body to naked body, my hands stroking up and down her back and sides, touching.