They both were whispering and giggling on the way, it looked as if they were lovers. He came and sat next to me while she remained standing, it was no... that they left each other’s hand. Then she lowered herself and whispered in my ear, ‘you better take good care of my brother, or I’ll kill you’. I took it as a joke and giggled with her. But somewhere in me a thought came that the affection she is showing towards her brother is not like bro-sis love, it sound fishy to me. Anyways, she. The best is to lay with my face even with the tops of her thighs, her legs parallel to my body and my arms wrapped around either or both of them. I love just holding one of them. I love running my hands over them as I hold them close as an individual lover. I treat them as their own separate entity. I slip my hands up and down them, feeling their silkiness and softness, which does nothing but excite my body to almost exploding. Her thighs are pressed to my chest and I let her calves slip. A sleepy, nude Denise came stumbling out of the bedroom and hugged me. She kissed me and told me I was nuts for getting up this early. I told her to go back to bed but she said she wanted to get on the same schedule that I was on. With some clothes and a fresh cup of coffee in her hands she said, "I've seen what goes on around here if I'm not up yet."I chuckled at her comment as Glenda made her way across the yard with her coffee cup in hand. She sat down and said good morning while we watched. So that was his name, Sameera thought."Yes, right ... there," Ritu said. A hard jolt ran through Ritu's body. Her butt slammed down again and again.For a moment Sameera felt oddly disconnected, as if she was watching the scene from somewhere else – the naked couple on the bed, no longer making any attempt to keep their passion quiet or discreet ... even in the rain the whole neighbourhood must be listening to their cries and their bodies slapping wetly together – the single girl a few feet.