Since it was a new setup I used to visit there regularly. Slowly at first shy glances were stolen, then there were hi hellos. Things started to move r...pidly on one Saturday afternoon. She used to stay at Vashi in Navi Mumbai and I had to go to meet some old family friends. She started chatting on the way back to the station and hopped into the gents compartment which was relatively empty considering Mumbai’s regular rush. Conversations flowed like we were long lost friends.It turned out the. And as she pulled the strap through to find the hole, she gave it an extra tug to make it really tight.And not thinking I still had a roll on Girdle and StockingsI had borrowed from Mother’s room. She didn’t mind me doing this as long as I either asked her if she was home, or let her know when she got home...and this time I hadn’t done either. I thought I would get away with it because she had only done one Caning on my bare bottom. That was when I was throwing stones and broke a window. But I. She kneaded and rubbed at my crotch. “There we are. Just ignore him.” She slowly slid her body down the length of mine until she was kneeling. She pressed her face to my zipper and I could feel the warmth of her breath through the fabric. I forced myself to look away from the man in the chair and down to the woman below me. She looked up at me with big eyes, mouth slightly agape. She pulled my belt loose and ran down the zipper. My cock was beginning to bulge out of its containment. She reached. " Karen laughed as she thought about the k**s' reaction and memories of some of the wild shit she and her sister did as k**s.Angie was two years older than Karen and was always the one who instigated most of their pranks and other acts of defiance against parent's instructions. Karen gave her credit though, when they got caught or things turned out badly, Angie stepped up and took the blame and protected Karen. One time, they hid in their parents' closet. their parents thought they were in bed.