A very short skirt, I could practically see her panties as the skirt swayed. Her legs were clad in knee-high socks and heeled shoes. Her blouse was a ...low cow cut, white frilly thing that cupped her breasts. She sat next to me and I grabbed her blonde hair and pulled her into a kiss. Her lip piercings rubbed wickedly on my lips as we frenched. Her hands reached out and started playing with my exposed breasts, her fingers gently playing with my achingly hard nipples. Kelli was sliding her tongue. It was then that i came up with my plan.“hang on” i said “i’ve got something you might want to see”, i went to my room and got the photos i had hidden inside a lp cover, i returned to her and threw them next to her, “what do you think? They are good aren’t they?”Karina picked them up and looked at them, her face reddened, “you bastard rahul, is this how you get your kicks, by spying on your sister?”She started to rip up the photos, “don’t worry” i said, “i’ve got more copies and the negatives. I can’t help but believe that this, any of this would be better than the emptiness that consumes my life. so now as I sit here and look around I can’t help but ask myself how I got to this point… what happened to me… I don’t think that I’m anything like most of the women who are sitting in this room, waiting for the little bell to ring signalling the start of my first and I hope last speed dating experience. I have drug my best friend along even though she is as much my opposite as the rest of. It was a raw, gentle, exchange of souls and breath.My hand rested on her flat stomach and she took both of her hands and just held it there before slowly moving it up between the cleft of her breasts. Her lips parted and our tongues touched and danced. I nibbled across the top of her lip, slipping my tongue to dance with hers. She slowly guided my hand to her breast and opened my hand to just cover it. Her nipple branded the palm of my hand to the point that I can still feel its hardness in the.