"Is there such a thing as 'enough'?" he replied, tracing his fingers back up to her ribs and then repeating his path.She chuckled, deep and throaty. "...efinitely not."As his fingers moved back up to her ribs again, she turned her body slightly so that his hand found her breast. He kneaded and caressed the mound of flesh, molding it to his hand and squeezing, smoothing his palm over her nipple, feeling it harden under his touch. She sighed, turned onto her back, and arched into his hand. He. I poured them a third round of drinks and told them to go slow with these. We started chatting in a general way and I found out more about them. Both boys were actually 19 years old and the previous day had been ones birthday. This trip to the hills had been undertaken as a celebration of that. They were good looking boys, with the normal coffee coloured skin of Tamils, though unusual was the fact, that neither of them had much facial hair. Both were just starting to show some down on the upper. "Yeah, he's seven and a quarter." I win, Bethie, just wait until you get home, you're mine for a week." Mom cried."What's that?" I asked my sister who was playing with my cock as we all watched each other across the internet."Oh, we had a bet on who had the bigger cock, you or Dad. I lost, I picked Dad and he's seven inches even. So, now I'm Mom's little slave girl for a week when I get back." Yes, and I'll be making you suck your Dad's cock the way he likes it, too." Okay, Mom, you won, I'm. Suddenly my Elbows hit against her Boobs. Woow what a wonderful feeling. I thought that she would shout at me, but she did not. That was my first touch on her. Time passed by and I had completed my two now. I was vacation and was waiting for the colleges to start. She had completed her under graduation by that time. Now we are more closer with each other (playfully I call her my dear, etc…). One day she came to our house wearing Saree. She was adjusting her saree; I could see her deep navel and.