I took a sip of orange juice while Bethany and I grinned at each other over our shared secret.“I heard y’all giggling and yelling half the night,�...�� Mom said as she sat down. “It’s a good thing your brother stayed over at Mark’s house.”I nearly spit out my orange juice, but managed a drip-less chuckle. “I was teasing her about Collen.”“And I was teasing her about Mark,” Bethany said. Her color deepened from pink to red as she added some cut fruit to her plate.“Isn’t Mark a little old for you?”. Her face was flushed, and her hands were trembling. “What are you doing here?” Something was wrong. Something screamed at me to just say what I needed to say on that doorstep and leave, to not even bother waiting around for an answer, to just get my feelings off my chest. I opened my mouth at least, but nothing came out. I tried to force ANY words out, and all I could manage was the tiniest of grunts. Miranda shook herself, and grabbed me by the shirt collar, dragging me inside. I formed a. The morning sun came through the window and my eyes opened; a firm hand masturbating my wet lips brought me to wakefulness. After breakfast, I showered and planned my wardrobe. Underneath, my hidden stash of goodies produced a thong which barely covered my nether lips while a lacy bra with the nipples cut out supported my breasts, though they needed no such support. My outer garments on the other hand were extremely sedate; a white Oxford cloth blouse buttoned up to my neck and a skirt. .Bhabhi: You are making me Exited rite now…Me: the kissing itself ill keep touching every were… you want to know the places…Bhabhi: Yes…Me: are you getting excited…Bhabhi: go on…Me: then ill lift your top and start squeezing your breasts on top of your bra… and drag your bra down and start squeezing it real good…Bhabhi: Ok…Me: keep sucking it real good for a long time and I can hear you moan hard and breathe harder and harder. Now my hands are all over your stomach squeezing your.