She seemed not to know where to begin at first as she tripped over her words. She explained about how she felt about him and how she wanted to spend ...he rest of her life yadda yadda yadda. Then she hit him with the but one thing she wanted him to change and get better at. She took his hand and told him about how she loved how gentle and respectful he was with her but she needed him to step up the passion if they were going to get through. She then explained how she had not gotten many. She was laying on the bed about mid-way so that I could easily sit on the side of the bed. She had the covers up to her chin and was looking at me when I walked in. I leaned over and kissed her forehead and then I put my hand underneath the blankets and found her stomach and I started running my hand over it—do you remember when I used to come into your room and do this I asked? Yes she said, and I really liked it. I slowly moved my hand up to one of her breasts and felt her nipple. Without testing your patience I am moving to the incident.One day when I was leaving the college, I went to my cousin’s home. I found none other than my cousin there. When I reached there, she asked me to wait for some time, since she have to take bath. I waited for some fifteen minutes in her room. She came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her body. I was looking at her visible portion of the legs. She looked at me and said ‘dai, I am your sister’. She asked me to wait in the. ”“I can't believe Art didn't fuck you that night,” Ray remarked.“Neither can I, to be honest with you," I said. "That's exactly what I was expecting him to do. And I certainly didn't do anything to try to stop him. All I did was spread my legs apart, and let him do whatever he wanted to do to my pussy. And as turned-on as I was that night, I know that I wouldn't have put up any real resistance to Art's advances. And so Art could have easily climbed on top of me and fucked me that night, if he.