The crowds, however, were not ignoring Sara and her more skimpy outfit. Therewas soon a significant number of inebriated, young college men walking wi...hthem. Many were asking Sara for her name or phone number. One geeky-looking,very young college boy kept repeatedly scanning the card she had given him andsaying, "Wow" as the girl's bikini tops and bottoms lit up. Apparently he wasmore impressed by the display of technology than anything Sara or The Three J'swas showing.The crowd got thicker. For Ann, the ticklish feeling had developed now into a tingling one and she arched her back needily, pushing her breasts out to receive her daughter's attentions. Her eyes were drifting closed and little shivers raced through her as the pleasure swamped her senses, deep moans of delight rumbling up her throat."Yes, Kris," she whimpered, shifting her shoulders as she actually tried to make her breasts move so that the aching nipples would end up under the brush. "Oh, God, yes, baby . . ."Only. Your sister needs you.” I looked at mom. She was not bad looking. She was a little plump with a wide ass and big tits. She bent forward and I saw her ample cleavage. I took her in my arms and kissed her full lips. Whisky had made me bold. My mom, Sunita kissed back as I pulled her closer to me by gripping her ass. Oh! Stop it Rahul! Madarchod apni maa se bhi apni behan ko dekh. Anjali ko teri zarurat hai( motherfucker, you wont spare your own mom your sister needs you) Mother chided me. He had already married Julie by then, so I knew them both. Sara hadn’t met either of them until they flew out for the wedding.Sara and Julie hit it off right away. So when Mike transferred back home a few years after all that, we naturally started doing stuff together, like going out to dinner, which was what we had just finished doing.Julie turned her head around to look at Mike. “Are you tired, honey?” she asked him. “You got up early today.”“No, I’m okay,” he said. “But I don’t want to go.