The chill that runs down my spine pretty much renders me incapable of giving a coherent reply. To my embarrassment I mutter something dreadfully simil...r to just, "Okay..." and accept that this is happening. Not that I am given any choice in the matter, of course. I hear him unzip, I feel the warmth of his engorged manhood radiate against my bared loins. He grabs both of my wrists, wrenching my back and robbing me of any support I could have hoped for, making it impossible to keep my upper body. “Is it because I have my bra on? I can take it off straight away.” Tanisha had her hand on the strap of her bra, as she said that.“It is not that Isha. This is all very wrong. Just imagine what will happen if Dad sees us like this.” Sidharth stopped Tanisha from removing her bra.“Come on, Sidharth… I am your mother. This is not wrong… Your dad is not an idiot to not understand the situation.” Tanisha just could not agree with Sidharth’s views.“If you don’t want me to remove my bra, it is fine.. I know it's tough to tell how loud it sounds out of the room, but still,” I said.“But you were turned on though?” Jeff asked.I was a little embarrassed to answer. I think he could tell by the look on my face.“Maybe a little. I had at least a small crush on you then. So I guess I was,” I replied.Then I put my head down because I was a little embarrassed. But he put his arms around me and gave a nice hug.“It's OK sis. Life goes on. It went on to us loving each other the way we do and getting. Her perfect breasts playfully stare back at me, I touch them, grab at them with both hands. She looks down at me and smiles. My shirt comes off. We kiss and touch, our hands are everywhere. She strokes me while while my fingers enter her. She wet, practically dripping, I love it. Soon her pants come off, mine follow.We continue kissing and touching. Our tongues wrestling, as our hands try to compete with one another.She moves closer, places herself just above my penis. She licks her hand and.