To dosto ye story he mere padosme rahene vali bhabhi manisha ki. manisha ek housewife he our uska figer 36-32-36 he thodisi faty he par he ek dam mast...mall our complty free minde ki he uske boobs diwana bana dene vale the Gand ubhari huyi sar se lekar pav tak kayamt he dosto uske parivar me vo dono husbend wife hi the mera unke ghar akshar anajana raheta tha vo mere sath kafi ghul mil gayi thi me use bhabhi kah kar bulata tha our me unke sath masti bhi kiya karta tha jese ki kabhi vo muje kisi. I closed my eyes. I jumped. I could feel his hand on my body. He had a bar of soap and was washing me, first my belly, then my breasts; he soaped those very well. He let his hand slide down my body. He had the bar of soap and he was scrubbing into my pubic area. Then the moment of truth happened. His hand slid between my legs. He was washing my pussy. For the first time in 18 years, he was touching my pussy. I should have stopped it, but I said nothing. I opened my legs wider. The bar of soap. Sister you can be naughty with me andMy nipples stayed hard, as did my clit, and my pussy continued to leak so much that I was afraid that and it would show a wet patch on my pajama. I accepted a drink and we ate in silence. Bhaiya and must have been thinking about that kiss too. When he stood up, his cock was still almost as erect as it had been when its tip was pressing into my ass hole. I knew then that, Bhaiya and I were going to sleep together that night. We did the dishes together. He. Relaxed conversation… with a man."I smiled in response and caught the barman's attention for another bottle. We were both relaxed in each other's company. We were positioned at the bar so that her knees were angled towards the bar and mine pointed outwards. Our left legs touched, and during the conversation, she would place her hand on my leg to emphasise a point."Do you ever think about that summer?" I was wondering if the subject would be brought up. I had decided not to say anything but I.