" As I look at her. Staring at her. At first I didn't notice her wearing nothing under her robe. As I stared into those brown eyes I kissed her lips. ...s we both laid down she noticed me toys. "Well... well." Instantly I knew what she wanted to do. Our lips touched again, our tongues tasting each other. As I kissed behind her ear, down her neck. My hand softly caressing her breasts. As I slid her robe off. Sliding mine off. She took control. Laying me back as she took my vibrator turning it on. I started to head to our bedroom and my plans where to jump into the shower. As I got to our bedroom door there laid my wife on the bed with that black dildo shoved deep in her pussy. She was working it in and out of her pussy slowly but pushing it in as deep as she could get it. Then she would pull it all the way out stopping to keep the time of the head in her and then ease it back in.I stood there at the door watching her do this as my cock grew so hard and full. I started stroking my cock. I was taking advantage of my sister. She didn’t react to my mischiefs. So now I began rubbing her pussy over her jeans. My cock was rock hard and was pushing against her ass. There is no chance she would not have felt it.When we were about to reach home, I felt that her jeans had become wet. I had made her so wet that even her jeans were drenched. As soon as we entered home, she directly went inside the washroom. I don’t know exactly, but probably she went inside to masturbate.I thought now I. .............................................Rina was from the southern districts of Bengal, those bordering on the Bay, but very early in life, circumstances had brought her into the flesh trade in Calcutta from which she was slowly trying to extricate herself. Rik had been born when she was still shy of adulthood but somehow his presence had made her dream of being something different and in this she had latched on to Shanta-bai, Calcutta's last classical singer in the kothi traditions of.