Those scenes that are included will be evocative rather than just for the sake of sex itself. This story is for your reading pleasure. Its length is u...determined at this time, because I do not know where my mind will take me along the way. I hope you will stay with me during this journey until it reaches its inevitable conclusion. Note: This chapter is dedicated to my readers who have asked me not to cut this story short, but to continue it until its logical end. A special thank you goes to. She was moaning and making strange sounds. She was blabbering "Aah, enna sugam... Hmm... En viralai vida yaaroda 'sunniyo' irundha... aiyooo..." ["Aah, what a pleasure... hmm... instead of my fingers, it would be too good if it were someon'es hot hard cock!"] (She was well versed with those technical terms of sunni, koodhi, poolu, pundai, etc., by reading those magazines) Hearing this, Mani was shocked; and, in spite of his illness, got quite turned on seeing his sister semi-nude, with open. She didn’t know whether to be sad or relieved at that; doing it with dad ... She and Esther had talked a lot about how Esther might have to go with her dad and she was happy that Esther hadn’t had to do that – going with Wil was much better for her friend. She still missed Esther though; a lot.All of which left Esther’s dad as her best current choice, better than some complete stranger at an extraction. That could be risky, while Simon was boring and safe – not risky at all. He wasn’t romantic. I tasted nothing but sweet desire in her erotic pores.I found my hand was squeezing and massaging a soothing rhythm upon Vee's breast. It was now firmer and her soft pink nipple had risen slightly and darkened to a now hot pink shade. Under my palm, her nipple was on fire. I looked at her other one and it had peaked with an erect puff, forming a separate mound of its own. The one my hand was playing with was just hard and sensitive. The uneven structure of her bodily peaks was highly erotic..