Did I say back to her old self? Almost. I don't have X-ray vision, but it looked like she was wearing nothing but a nightshirt. The pink shirt went do...n to just above her knees. The word "Princess" was emblazoned on the front."I was wondering, if maybe you'd ... uh..." she hesitated."What is it, Jenny?"She shook her head. "Nevermind. Something stupid," she said. "Let's get to it, huh?" she said smiling. Her nervousness and reluctance had somehow vanished. She seemed almost eager and happy to. Her green eyes were bright and inviting and sandy-blonde hair fell below her shoulders. She had smooth, glowing skin with a nice tight ass that gave way to the well-formed legs of an athlete. And it was her chest that attracted the most attention. Her boobs weren’t huge, but they were an honest ‘D’ and they looked even more bountiful on her slim frame. They sat high on her chest and stuck out with incredible firmness no matter how revealing or modest her outfit was. Even when she was playing. She too got playful by my encouragement and posed raunchily. So then came more pics her ass more obvious and in the second one. She simply cupped her pussy and pouted and pushed out her ass. I went beetroot red. Ranveer bent forward and whispered to me saying, “Aap chutti le lo sirji!”I looked at him, he smiled and winked. This had made me too horny. I had not spoken about Ranveer to Sunita. She was now exploring her new time pass and I too went back to busy mode. One day Ranveer asked me if he. When I asked her what she was doing she just told me she was exercising and disappeared into the bathroom. We never talked about it again and I was left to try to understand what I had seen.It was not until twenty years later that I found out more. I had been trawling the Internet looking for more information on my climbing fetish when I came across a female masturbation method associated to humping furniture. It was compellingo for me because I soon realised this was my sisters fetish. There.