.. a little bit anyway." Abby couldn't help but smile. "God, his cock was big, whoever it was."Vicky patted the crotch of her bikini. "Daddy sure was ...ig, I can swear to that." Abby gave another shrug."Well it really doesn't matter in the end."The boat bobbed in another swell. Vicky got up and strolled over to the rail to watch the sailboat going out of the cove. Abby watched her sister stretch her coltish legs and point her toes. She was thinking of Carl having at the slender, adolescent form. Aahhhhh jore aaro joreeeeeeeeeeee.I was listening every word of her which was making me more and more horny in the mean time I entered my hand in her panty and it was amazing to observe the softness of her skin inside her saaree she was simply superb. I observed that her cunt juices are started oozing from her cunt and drenching her panty.I like to lick cunt but the situation is not favorable so I just entered my finger in her cunt and tasted her juice and in the mean time my prick was also in. With bangles on her arms, necklace around her neck dangling teasingly between her big boobs, ear rings and lots more. My English friends were awe struck to see such beauty. They all greeted her with a formal kiss on her cheeks but she made sure that her breasts were firmly pressed against them when they held her. She served dinner like a good Indian wife and whilst serving touched their arm or thigh. Even brushed her boobs against them. She wouldn’t let them spread the napkins but did it. Their families had been busy making plans for this year’s festival. “We eat lots of sweet things,” she said with a suggestive smile on her face.After dinner I helped her clear away the dishes and load them into the dishwasher. She kissed me and gave my bulge a gentle squeeze. “Give a few minutes with Sanjay and then we’ll be alone,” she said. “And then you can spank me and fuck me.”She returned ten minutes later. “He’s gone,” she told me as she knelt down in front of me on the kitchen floor.I.