Well now a bit about her. She somewhat slim and have 36 boobs, whitish complexion and 5.5 feet tall.We were close friends like as in even though she w...s 7 years younger there was nothing as generation gap of brother and sister. She tells me things openly just as friends.Now coming to the incident, 3 months back she all of a sudden messaged me and I was in Kerala at that time and she in Bangalore. She asked how I was and all sort of casual questions and so on and in b/w she told me that she is. Leaning over she bid farewell to Tobias and walked out into the street. The fresh air helped to clear her head slightly.‘Damn, was liking that buzz.’ She thought as she wondered further down the street.Stopping in front of a shop’s display window, she found a dress that caught her eye. Deep red, almost a berry color, and very slinky. No ruffles or layers. She was not much of a dress girl. Occasionally she found reason to wear a dress on a job but pretended she hated it, but this one spoke to. She was checking out my sexy boobs whenever possible and I loved that. We were both tired and decided to sleep and she closed the door. I fell asleep soon and then I wake up after some times when I sensed a tingly sensation on my boobs. She was moving her fingers slowly over my left boob, I was confused whether she was doing it on purpose or if she put hands on my boobs accidentally. But one thing ,I was sure about was that I was enjoying it and I started to feel horny.I wanted more from. The bottom was a thong that cut between my ass cheeks in as uncomfortable a position as I could imagine but I had a sarong tied around my waist that just bared my left leg from the sandals to my waist. I’d assumed I’d have to wear a Hijab or even a Niqab to keep her from recognizing me when I tried to collect on my bet. This was about the opposite and showed me in all my glory. I wasn’t sure a red wig and gaudy makeup was going to keep her from just yelling out my name.“Well, let’s go, girl,” I.