. amar takhan dhon prochur garam hoye gechhe.. maal na felle dhonta khub bichchhiri bhabe uthe thakbe ei bhebe bollam – amake toilet korte jetei hab..., okhanei change kore nebo..Toilet e giye pant khule shorts namiye dhon khinchte suru korlam … dui tin minute jore khechar pare chhitke maal berote laglo.. ami maal jal diye poriskar kore shorts ta pore tar upar payjama pore beriye aslam. dhon ta takhano puropuri name ni.. kono rakame Soura r mayer chokh eriye guest room e dhuke suye porte parle. A. and that warm day I was dressed up in a tight black fitting top, with no bra; a silk skirt short and flirty and nice high heels. As I was standing and waiting for the train, I got some attention from men around, when my skirt lift up with the light breeze. I could only hold the front of my skirt as my other hand was holding a big paper bag with a present for Paula.Every man there was feasting on my nice ass. I was wearing a white cotton thong, leaving my bare ass cheeks almost completely. Just as a dared to go farther Dan moaned loudly and bucked throwing my finger out of my sister, and I quickly retracted my hand as my sister swayed about.Amy kept clamped to Dan and took his load in her mouth. I was disappointed because I didn’t want to see my sister do that, and now that the blowjob was done, so was my playtime with her twat.I do apologize in advance for this next part, but it’s integral to the story.My sister stood up from giving head, pulled down and smoothed out her skirt. Clearly frustrated, she blurted out, Id like to lick your pussy. Id like for you to lick mine. I prefer pussies and tits to cocks and balls by a mile. Does that clear things up? Yep. It sure did. I could read right between those lines. Unfortunately, no words of wisdom came immediately to mind. I just sat there, dumfounded. Finally, Katie spoke and said, Im sorry. I didnt mean to snap at you. I didnt mean to throw that at you like that, but its an embarrassing subject, and I just got.