I could see her dark cleavage in the light coming in from the streetlight outside.She gently took my hand and placed it on her tit and squeezed it. �...�and I thought, what better way to repay my darling son than giving him what he wants.”…By Sexstory of author’s playful, lustful relationship with my brother’s wife, an Indian bhabhi.The first time I had lustful intentions about my Indian bhabhi was when I saw her cleavage while she was cleaning the house. She was about 5ft 5 inches tall, wheatish. Gwen nodded her head slightly in answer. I got up and knelt beside her. "I want to kiss you," I murmured quietly."You do?" she asked, sleepily."Yes," and I leaned in. I thought she'd turn to meet me, but she didn't. So I gave her a quick peck on her cheek. When she didn't respond, I started feeling very let down. I had a feeling that she was backing out, and no longer wanted anything. Disappointed, but not wanting to be too obvious about it, I stood up and said "Well, I guess I'll take a. She squirted so much that it looked almost like she was peeing. He enjoyed it saying, "That's it baby, you like the big black cock hammering you!" And he kept pounding away and she kept screaming, "I'm cummmming! Fuck, I'm cumming!" And squirted more and then finally he groaned and his body tensed and he was going to cum. He pulled out at the last second and my wife took it to her mouth. "Swallow it all down! I don't want none wasted," he moaned as he stroked himself unloading everything into. Her tits were gorgeous with pink nipples that were erect and hard.I took one of her nipples in my mouth and lightly bit, which caused her to jump as though shocked with electricity. I released my chokehold, and dropped back down to her pussy and spit on it and began licking her clit. I slid two fingers in that dripping pussy and started fucking her hard while concentrating on her clit with my tongue. She got off again, and the bed was wet with her juices. She was spent, or so I thought.She got.