While watching, both of us would be nude. My sister would try to imitate every pose those models gave. She wouldn’t let me touch my dick because aft...r masturbating I would start feeling very guilty (not the case these days). I on the other hand would look at her breasts. They had such cute puffed brown nipples on them. Even today I fell my sister’s breasts are the best because of her nipples. They are a shade darker than her skin color making them look marvelous. She had allowed me to touch. I work with nerds all day who grovel over me. Please note that I don't do anything unprofessional at work except look like a knockout every day."Hi, I'm Melanie", I initiated."Hi, I'm Sherrie. You're new here, right?" I am." Are you new to the area as well?" Yes. My husband and I moved here a couple months ago." We continued on with small talk, but I actually had a great time. After a few minutes I was able to clear the error, but I knew it would be back. I told her I'd keep investigating and. I got the strong sense that she loved and respected him but wasn’t in love with him. I was a little more evasive, I did not want to burden her with my marital issues. A few days later she mailed me pictures of her two girls with a similarly innocuous note. Over the next few years we exchanged Christmas cards—even birthday cards since our birthdays were only a day apart. We talked on the phone a few times and exchanged emails. We even talked aimlessly about meeting some time but we both knew. Throughout this, she continuously scratched my chest, and I continued to squeeze her watermelons.And by the way, let me introduce her figure to you guys. She had round milky white 34 C-sized huge boobs. They indeed were the softest ones I have ever experienced. That 38 sized ass was the perfect one to complement her figure.Now coming back to the story. I was continuously squeezing those softest watermelons, and she was continuously was scratching my chest. The sight of her riding with head bent.