"I know . . . I want us to be friends." There . . . she said what she was thinking."Okay. Prove it to me." "What do you want me to do?" "Just stroke m... cock . . . that’s all." "I can't . . . I've never done anything like that before. I don't know what to do." He stared into her wide blue eyes and laughed softly. She knew instinctively that the more she protested her innocence and inexperience, the more he would want her to do it. "It’s just like stroking a dog or a cat, but you'll enjoy it much. V lounge.Then realising it was her day off, I opened the door and saw my sister-in-law Nida smiling at me with her 5 year old son beside her, and her 2 year old daughter in her arms."As-salaam Walli kum, Salman Bhai" (Peace be with you Salman brother) She said with a sing-sing voice.Believe me, in the state I was in, I didn't need to hear that voice or see that face smiling at me.It was a secret thought of mine that, if I had met Nida before her sister or before she was married; my life may. Now I knew that she got up because of pressing but didn’t move or opened her eyes and I dared to raise her sari and lehanga with my hand till her ass and started caressing her ass and butt hole and found the way to the pussy lips which was wet and hot and tasted (salty) and started fingering for that she responded and took out my dick and kept near her pussy lips and started jerking without inserting. I can hear her breathing heavily and shivered n got climaxed and for that wet I got climaxed. . thank you," I responded in kind, a bit flustered, already beginning to feel the effects of the alcohol as I started in on my third glass of wine. Dinner couldn't come fast enough. Much more, and I'd be too drunk to enjoy it. "But I think your ... tits ... are equally as nice," I stammered a bit, using the same word she had, hearing it said, feeling a bit of a naughty pleasure in actually saying that to her. Jillian had come over to stand behind Sharon upon hearing that."She just wants to see.