With it being late spring I hadn’t really noticed how tan she was but her bathing suit tan line barley covered her small but very cute breast. Her ...nipples were small and puffy and very pink. As I sat there, probably with my mouth opened, she walked over and took my hand and pulled me up and had me sit in the Barcalounger. As I sat back she followed lying down on top of me and as we leaned back we kissed in a long hard and wet kiss. I was getting harder by the minute and my athletic shorts. This is a work of fiction written for mature audiences only and if you are 18 years of age please do not go any further. The author hopes you enjoy it and if you have, or have a particular plot you would like to see developed let him know at [email protected]. NOTE: Chapter 7 will be the final chapter. Tell me how you want to it end! Carol arrived home later that afternoon hornier than hell only to find her husband was out for the evening. Was she going to wear a sari or salwar kameez? After lots of deliberation she chose a dark blue blouse which was quite tight and was exaggerating her boobs. She was half a mind to change to a looser fitting blouse but thought it may be better to look a bit alluring! She wore a matching light blue sari. Simple but quite elegant. Being informal was the style. She studied herself briefly in the mirrorWhen she rang and made the appointment, she was told that she would be seen by the recruitment. “What the hell was that?” she exclaimed as she slowly recognized her massive orgasm.Giggling, I brushed her hair from her face and gently kissed her lips.“That is what you said you wanted.”My older sister Stacey and I are both in our late thirties, both married with children, and have always been close. Growing up we spent a lot of time together with our parents and younger sister, and as teenagers shared some friends and adventures as do most teenagers. We had never been sexual with each other.