Lord Thompson said “don’t apologise, you can help me and your mother” Ann was nervous she didn’t understand what Lord Thompson wanted, “how ...can I help?” she asked. Lord Thompson began to rub Ann’s sides, moving lower down to her thighs. “You could keep me company” he whispered “then I promise your mother will stay here” he lent in and gently kissed Ann’s cheek, he slowly moved his hands in-between her legs, Ann squirmed as he rubbed the cotton against Ann’s fanny and kissed her lips filling. She continued moaning as my tongue snaked over her sensitive clit.I stopped briefly, and within seconds I heard a whimpered “Please! Bhaiyaaaaaa, don’t stop you eat my cunt so well eat your sister’s cunt mere bhai!”, I knew she was mine to have now! My tongue was on her clit again, slowly and deliberately increasing the pressure until she screamed: Oh my fucking Bhaiya lick me eat me oooo bhagwan main jhareeeeeee, I’m going to cum! I continued eating my sister’s cumming cunt, as I tipped her. Karib 15 -20 mnt ke bad mujhe pisab lagi to me boli yaaar mujhe pisab ligi hay to dono uthgaye or mujhe bath room legaye or bole rani tum apna mutamrit ham pilado na ham pyase hay or wo dono apna muh khol ke beth gaye or me khadi hoke un dono ke muh me mutne lagi meri mut un dono ki muh se hoke pura sarir me agaya. Phir wo dono Gita ko bole Gita rani kyat um ham dono ko apni kimti pili dal jo ki gand se nikal ta hay khilaogi to Gita boli mere kutto ye kutia to hamesa ready hay ye bol ke wo dono. All this simply because she trusted me too much. This made things a little too easy for Nisha and me. It was only a reward of a very long and painful waiting. So here we were again, just Nisha and I with the whole fiery night ahead of us. I asked Nisha if she had brought anything night dress to change into, but she vaguely shook her head not willing to discuss anything out of nervousness. I offered her one of my thin ordinary Fashion Street cotton t-shirt yellow in colour and a black lungi.