I slipped off my clothes and put it on. I then put the shoes on and yes, they did fit. They were high and I'd never walked in high heels before, but g...t the hang of it pretty quick.I walked out and shut the light off. I noticed a dim light coming from where he said the bedroom was and started towards it.There he was, laying under the covers, a tent from the bedsheet where his penis was.I walked to the end of the bed, put my hands on the sheet and slowly crawled towards him.I ran my hands over. It’s not even quiet in the kitchen, I can still hear them. I walk back to the door thinking that they are coming to the end but they don’t seem to be. Back for some more water, I think.I plod back into the room and look up at them. Maybe if I just sit here and look at them then one of them will feel guilty and call it a day. Take me for that walk that I want to go on. I look from one to the other and realise that there is no such thing as luck.I resign myself to the floor and stare at them,. I stretched her legs; she then wrapped her legs around me and with her legs she started applying pressure on my rear to enter her. I thrust myself inside her and I could hear her moan and then shout as her hymen broke. Her blood came out in a rush and I withdrew out of her vagina with blood on my dick. We both went and washed ourselves and then continued the act. I went inside Sheetal in slow strokes and then fast ones. Fluids were oozing continuously out of Sheetal’s cunt. Finally, I came. Her hands went to my chest, pushing firmly but not roughly, enough to knock me over onto my back while she climbed up onto the mattress straddling my hips. And taking my head in her hands, she bent over and gave me a gentle kiss.It was a very nice kiss, neither forceful nor chaste. It was much more than a sibling kiss, and yet not an entirely sexual kiss, either. Brooke simply kissed me in a way that told me she loved me, in a way that was not girlfriend-love nor merely sister-love, but.