It had been an exciting night but you'd never know it from the reports they gave their parents. They were rather bland. They made their breakfasts as ...they had the day before and went out for some recreation. As it had been the custom with their window looking, no one mentioned the events of the night before to anyone of the opposite sex.Late in the morning they got to some wrestling and the intimacy of the night before had its affect. The boys took more liberty with tit squeezing and didn't. Simone wasgorgeous. No two ways about it. Her complexion was perfectand although white her skin had a slightly darker look toit. It transpired her mother was French. Her body was adream. Being summer she was barefoot, which stirs my blood,beautifully smooth and wonderfully shaped small feet toppedwith legs to take your breath away. Cut off jeans and aclose fitting T-shirt showed her body to be exquisite,medium sized breasts giving a perfect proportion to herframe. The more I looked at her face. Wo boli nahi gand marwane me bahut dard hota aur wese bhi tumhara lund bhut mota lamba hai mujhe to daar lagta hai me tumhari gand dhire -dhire marunga tumko bilkul bhi dard nahi hoga ek baar tumne gand marwali na to hamesha gand hi marwati rahogi gand marwane me bahut maja aata hai wo maan gayi thi hai mene kaha pahle tel {oil}lekar aa wo nagi tel lene gayi uske chhutad bade mast lagrahe the wo tel lekar aagyi ab hum khat se jameen par beth gaye pahle tum mere lund par tel lagao thoda sa tel. "Hey," said Marta smiling beautifully back. She witnessed him relaxing and his true smile returned. His brother followed him inside. Having a similar nose and eyes, the brother's long thick strawberry blond hair brushed back to reveal a retreat as his pate grew towards bald. That and an essence in his eyes of distrustful discomfort constituted differences from his older brother. And he had a couple inches height over his already tall sibling."Marta, this is my brother Roger. Did he wake you?".