"God," she sighed, "what now?" Having fun?" I asked innocently."What?" She responded."Feeling good?" Peter asked emphasizing the word 'feeling'.Our si...ter knew we had caught her out, her hands guiltily dropped to the couch and she uncrossed her legs."What if I am?" she said defiantly."Well we could help you." I laughed.I'm not quite sure why I said it, probable to get a rise out of her; she looked at me then at Peter."You two." she laughed, "Don't make me laugh." Oh yeah!" I retorted."Neither. Since those early days of dancing to the radio at home they now danced well together. Their smooch was sensual with a feel for the music; which onlookers often enjoyed. They loved being on a dance-floor.That’s where they’d literally bumped into another couple smooching; Greg and Marcia Ford of Vancouver. The Ford’s were in their early fifties and familiar to rich men attached to young females. They became chums and shared after dinner drinks out on deck in the warm breeze.So although it was a. I instinctively held her head with my hands, while her mouth worked wonders on my nipple. The friction of the sensual fabric and Jean’s mouth against my nipple was enthralling, I threw my head back and whimpered with ecstasy. Her mouth quickly moved to my other nipple, I gazed down in awe at Jean’s face, as her mouth closed around the aching nub. Right then I craved her lips on my bare breasts, I reached behind and unclasped my bra.Jean gasped as I teasingly revealed my tits to her.It was her. Even if my mom did not show to Kamala that hearing this had any effect on this but after she left and Dad was taking the time to come home, she looked tense.Later that night after dinner when we are getting ready for sleep, my mom said to my dad-“I came to know everything from Kamala.”My dad-“I did what was right.”My mom-“and what about us..have you ever thought about us…why did you go against such dangerous people?”My dad-“what would I do?..someone is killing a woman in broad daylight and you.