"Lilly? Where can I find a vase?" he yelled loudly.I smiled to myself; the earnestness in his voice kicked me into gear. I stripped off my terrible t-...shirt and ancient jeans. "In the china cabinet in the living room," I yelled back, happy to hear Adam's clunky boots tread down the hall towards me; it was such a domestic noise, and so out of character in my usually silent apartment. He poked his head around the door into my bedroom and grinned as I stood indecisively in front of my closet, clad. She turned front again and I took that as golden opportunity and removed her panty I could not believe the seen what I saw her pussy with public hairs on it was next to paradise I slowly moved towards her pussy and the smell of pussy made me mad it was wet I could see that I started licking my sister’s pussy slowly her love juice tasted so well I could not forget the taste and smell yet she then moved me from there I got tensed and turned around and slept as she might get angry and if she says. Told myself n wore the night gown. And on top of that I wore my abaya and wrapped my hijab. It was so tight. My boobs were round and big. And I had no bra inside too. As I’m getting late I left home in a hurry.It was two minutes walk from my place to the railway station. I was late. I was running slowly. When I passed the tea shop near the station I heard some whistling n commenting flying. About me. I didn’t bother coz I was in a hurry. The train was crowded. I had to get in that train to be. The first tram arrived, but Kip and I could not get the girls all together and through the checkout, so we spent some additional time in the shop waiting on the next tram. I guess it worked out okay, because our group was the only ones on the tramcar for this trip up the mountain.The pamphlet they had given us when we bought the tickets was filled with interesting tidbits about the Sandia Mountains and the tram itself. It said that Sandia was Spanish for 'watermelon', and that they were first.