Fir maine didi se pucha ki didi aapne apne kapde dho liye to didi boli nahi abhi dho hi rahi hu. Maine bola didi mai bhi apne pant dho raha hu to didi...ne kaha tum bhi saaf kar lo hum dono ek dusre ke bilkul pass khade ho kar kapde saaf kar rahe the. Mujhe didi ka badan bilkul saaf to nahi dikha raha tha par kuch kuch uske boobs pata chal rahe the.Ab mujhe masti sujhi or jaanbujh kar kapde dhote hue maine fir apne gaand ko didi ke gaand me sata diya. Didi hasne lagi or boli raj badmasi naa karo. "She lay back and this time he lay down with her naked except for his gold fake Rolex watch, and as she parted her legs once more so he entered her gently yet firmly, "Better?" he asked."Nice," she agreed, "Now take your time ok." He began rocking rather than humping, again his mind drifted, "No!" she insisted, "You're not to, it's not fair." I'm not your bloody lover!" he said."Then don't go all misty eyed." she suggested, "And keep your head away."He ignored her and kissed her forehead."It's. "Welcome home, honey," she purred like a kitten.I whistled; my cock became iron. "You look amazing, cutiepie!"Her smile turned pleased. I dropped my satchel, and caught my wife in an embrace. She kissed me passionately, rubbing her naked body against me. Her tongue was eager as she wiggled it into my lips, fluttering it around and exploring every inch of my mouth. I slipped a hand down and cupped her ass, and pulled her tight against me, letting her feel the bulge forming in my pants.She knelt. She kind of cocked her head sideways for a second like I caught her off guard.“Depends on what?” she finally asked.“It depends on if you’re a true fan or not.” I answered.“Oh ... You have no idea, I am a huge fan.” she said, once again holding out her jersey.“Well then, I guess I will sign ... But, only if you know my name and jersey number... “ I kidded her once again.“Brian Stevens, you’re number ninety nine.” she shot back immediately.“Wow, I am impressed.” I responded, signing my usual.