In my minds eye I can see me forcing my cock between those red lips. She lies down with a book.Her tits are flattered somewhat by laying on her back, ...hey were sort of spread out over her chest, not like some women, when they lie down the tit disappear under the armpits. They must have been quite firm to stay more or less in place. My cock grew stiffer, To cap it all, so to speak, her nipples were standing to attention. They looked very hard and the areolae looked puffy through the thin. ”“Oh! How did that happen?”“She momentarily forgot that she isn’t a chef,” the voice said with a bit of a laugh.The laugh eased my mind some, as if it was too serious then there would be no joking; or at least that is what I presumed. Before I could respond she continued. “Tried to chop some veggies too quickly. Sorry! Should have asked. Who am I talking to? You sound a bit old to be one of her beaus.”“David Powell and sadly you’re right. You are?”“I’m Fred. Her big sister. I think I recall her. She told me that she is 30 years and has a 1-year-old kid. Her husband works in Dubai. She works in some private company in Hyderabad itself. Because of her job, she couldn’t join her husband in Dubai. I asked her for her Gmail id so that I can be in touch with her daily. She readily gave me her id and told me that she will available online everyday night after 9. We thought of chatting daily. As she stays alone with her 1-year-old kid in Hyderabad, I thought I can try my luck on her.Daily we. Oh, and she was naked except for a white garter, stockings and high heels. The bright red nipples on her full breasts were quite stiff and the shimmer of wetness I saw told me that they'd recently been sucked or licked.Her smile was warm and she greeted us in Flemish and led us into the dressing room. Actually, undressing room was more like it. She chatted as we undressed, telling Sofia and me about how much she loved American television shows and how she was hoping to visit America one day.