Also, this was for the first time i was witnessing others performing sex in front of my eyes. I later realized that I was fingering my tits unknowingl.... My husband gobbled her tits in turns, starting with the left one which my bitchy sister by now lifted and offered. As his lips were smartly doing its work , she was throwing herself up to him , which ignited him further to munch her boobs to his content.She half willingly put her hands obstructing his hand to pull out her saree knot, which he. When mom would happen to see my hard on, she would say, “Son, you should have taken care of that hard thing, before coming out to breakfast.”I could not get myself to say she was the reason it is hard, watching her with just that apron on, which usually I had to just sit there and eat before going to get dressed for school or to meet up with my friends, depending on if it was during the winter or the summer.My sister would usually go to the bathroom after I came out, which I would go in after. “If we hooked up like that. I knew we’d be friends either way, and that was what I was into the most. It’s easy to have a fling, but finding a super cool friend is practically impossible.”“Hmm ... But why did you think that you’d ever see me again? I didn’t give you my number. You didn’t even know my full name or anything. The chances of meeting ever again were basically zero.”Alana smiled. “Maybe that’s what the bookies would say. But things have a way of working out. Look: the proof is right. I was expecting to feel the material of her bra but was very surprised to find only naked teenage breast flesh as my hand now gently and softly cupped my daughter's soft right breast. I was now crossing the line from father to that of a man aroused beyond his sexual control.Her nipple hardened and became erect against the palm of my hand, pushing out. I softly cupped and caressed her smooth soft breast, gently pressing it into my firm hand. Her swollen nipple pressed into the palm of my hand as.