He stepped out from the doorway. The shadow of his cock slithered across the rooftop like a snake.Lena laughed, even as her finger wandered toward her... wet outer lips.“Take two steps closer and stop,” she told him. He did so, eager as a puppy.She took a hit of the joint, surveying him theatrically. She slid her finger into her depths with practiced slowness.The man’s cock jerked, as did its shadow. He moaned; Lena wanted to.Not yet. Ride the plateau.“Touch yourself,” she ordered him. She watched. She considered herself a "people watcher" often finding her artistic eye capturing images of people who she passed, sometimes spoke with, or merely contented herself with observing while she would sit and relax for a moment before moving on.She had spotted a shoe store and took a moment to peruse some of the summer sales and styles. Standing just inside the store she had glanced out spotting a very young, very attractive woman sitting down on one of the bench seats just outside the store.. “He was just trying to embarrass you, don’t worry about it.”“Yeah, well, he succeeded.” She composed herself and stood by the car door. “Do I look okay? I wasn’t sure what to wear. I mean, I know it’s not a real date, but we’re supposed to make it look like one in case anyone sees us, so I figured—”“You look fantastic. Just perfect.”She smiled. And blushed, but just a little. “Thanks. Okay, let’s go then. Are we eating before the movie or after?”We watched the movie first—mindless in the mould. But I hesitated as to what she will think. I was in an incestuous relationship with her but still asking her help to get into my sister’s pants is something else.I gathered courage and finally asked her. “Mom, I am kind of into Srishti.” I stopped to see her reaction. She looked towards me, curiously and said, “What do you mean?” To which I replied, “Like I am into you the same way I am into her.”“So?” she asked.“I want to do the same thing I do with you to her.”She looked again towards me and.
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