The skin on my back tingles like it's electrically charged. The hair on the nape of my neck stands up as I feel the tiniest of air currents shift, and...I realize he's smelling me. He must have his face just centimeters away, and all the skin from the nape of my neck to the top of my butt flares into heat, like the sun has moved inside of me. I break out in a sweat, and unconsciously try and shift back to feel his touch, but I can't move. I'm about to groan in frustration when I feel a large hand. Jija g(dusre didi) majak kr rhe the kh rhe the ki gadi chalet ho raat mai,mujhe kuch samjh nhi aa rha tha.khte ki didi ka pakad liya kro raat mai ar chalya kro gadi phir bhi mujhe kuch samjh nhi aa rha tha.Mujhe baat smjh main hi aai thi.to maine sochna chod diya tha.us raat mai didi ke sath sone wala tha.jb hum so gyre to rat mai mujhe lga ki mere face pe kuch upar niche ho rha hai.neend khuli to pta chala ki wo to didi ke boobs the.jinki size 34 hogi.muje us time tk kuch pta nhi tha ki us se. ”Once the commercial ended I told him I had worn them as a product tester and that I did not want them. Surprised, he asked me to explain. I told him the whole story then he said “And you never got any runs?” “No, they didn’t run or develop holes, but they are not as sheer as other pantyhose either.” “So how did they pay you?” he asked. “I wasn’t paid anything, as a tester you just got to keep the pantyhose.” “Well of course you got to keep them, they don’t want them back. Do you still have. When she was naked he made his move and began to tease her nipples.Tabatha was facing the mirror and allowed a gentle moan to escape her lips as her nipples responded to the gentle stroking. Suddenly she shrieked as she saw the breasts being squeezed. It was not because the squeeze was harsh but the fact that she could see the indentations of invisible fingers pressing into her flesh.She suddenly froze and asked, "Who are you?" it looked so strange her talking to no one and yet the indentations.