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..”“It is. Always has been.”This time she initiated the kiss that bonded us together. She’s right. No urgency. We slowly twisted on the sofa, me lying on my back, her straddling me again... Straddling. Linda was all about ‘missionary’, mainly because it was ‘get it over soonest’. Here I was, beautiful woman impaled on me, slowly working herself on me, the kisses stopping only for the occasional sigh or moan, then resuming.I kept my hands moving, savoring the feel of warm, happy flesh, smooth skin, curves. My touches are part of those sighs and moans and her movements were at first gentle and slow. Into things, then became a little more insistent, then I started responding with my own thrusts in response to hers, then she got really energetic, and... “Push! In me. Push!”My sister was coming again. I was sooo close. My hand felt her butt tense, I felt her slide up, almost off me, then back down with a grinding swirl and I went over my own cliff. Squirted... “Nnngghhhh! Oh ... I feel. I took the blouse off the door top and started wearing it. This was after a very long time that I was wearing a blouse without a bra. Hardly do I remain in the day without a bra and at night I wear a nighty with nothing below, but a blouse with nothing underneath was a very rare dressing for me. I do not know why the thin material of the blouse trembled me a bit and to my ill luck, this was a thin, white one and in the mirror I made out that it was displaying my booby treasures in vivid way. The nipple outlines were clear evident and to my shock both brownish areolas on my breasts appeared through the white material of the blouse. I was cursing myself for bringing this blouse, but had now no alternative but to wear it.Sanjeev: Madam, are you over? I need to attend Guru-ji once now.I quickly wore the wet petticoat, as I had no other choice and by no means could go in that sari before a male without the petticoat on, as the sari was quite flimsy. I made all necessary adjustments to hide.
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“Would you like to play around a little bit, Danny? I know Charlie told you how much your Dad enjoys it. He does, and maybe if you like we might have a chance to show you.”Danny nodded, but I think I saw him gulp first. I got up and moved behind him and pressed myself against him, my own hands on his hips, my booblets and their erect nipples against his back. I kissed the side of his neck.“I love you, Danny.”I kissed the other side.“To pieces.”I put my hands on his tummy, above where Mom was still holding his boner without moving.“I’d like to play with you, too, Danny.”Danny showed how much he liked that idea when right then he spurted in Mom’s hand and covered her boobs. She laughed and stood up and kissed him on the mouth. Then she hugged him, displacing me a little, but that was OK. I wanted Danny to be comfortable. No, that’s talking around it. I wanted him so turned on he’d spray the wall when the moment came.Their kiss went on for what seemed like a long time. I’d moved back in.

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