I told Nisha that I would be going out with my friends and will return in the evening.Without asking a single question Nisha agreed. I could see the e...citement in her eyes. I took the spare keys to open the door when I return and left. I was damn sure she would call Vishal. I kept watch on Vishal in his café. At around 11 am he engaged one of his friend in the café and left. I knew where he was heading. Straight to my sexy booby sister Nisha. He was such a lucky guy who was going to fuck a. He continued to provoke it, pester it, tease it and rub it until she could no longer stand it. As he sensed her climax, he slid his finger down her labia and into her vagina, thrusting into it three or four times firmly and then pulling up hard against her pubic bone. He felt her cunt muscles contract and her knees slam together. He masked her cries with his mouth, thrusting his tongue deeply into hers as her body continued to tremble."I knew it!" he said to her. "I knew you would be a bundle. I felt a wet spot on my panties but i didnt piss so i was like wtf? Like every other girl i touched myself down there to see what the hell was going on and when i stuck a finger in my pussy it hurt n i cried. My dad heard and came in and saw me crying with my jeans off and my panties down to my ankles n he asked what was wrong. I was like ''i putted a finger between my legs and it hurt'' he asked y and i said ''cause it was getting wet for no reason'' Then he saw the picture on the computer and. Luckily there wasn’t a car behind it.I was lying flat on my back and hurting in places I didn’t even know I had places that could hurt when Jessie, the woman I had loved so many years before, ran over to me and asked if I was all right.I remember thinking how odd it was she didn’t use my name, just asked, “Mister, are you all right?”I remember looking up at her ... God, she was so beautiful. Somehow, even more beautiful now than she had been back then.But ... but ... then I remembered reading.