I lay there in comfort as I waited a few minutes to see if my brother would come back. He didn't.As I slipped out of the closet, I found the porno mag...azines I had come in here for last night. I grabbed them and crossed the room to the door. I slowly opened it. Luckily, I didn't see or hear my brother. I slipped into the hallway, closing my brother's bedroom door behind me and went to my room.I wasn't sure what I wanted to do with the magazines. I didn't really feel horny this morning, but I. Standing at the door and trying to remove her sandals.Having kept the wet umbrella on the ledge of door she just looked up.Her glance had the grace of a teen girl.Totally drenched in rain as all mumbaikars get even with a umbrella.Her wet highlighted hair coming down all from her head till the shoulders and down her back falling effortlessly on her yellow kurti. Her mangalsutra stating that she’s married.The faded sindoor due to the rain and the bindi below that.Her nose ring giving her a. Soon I felt his warm breath then his lips on my nipple as he sucked it into his mouth and gently bit and nibbled on it. I asked what are you doing, he said getting you horny again and he laughed as he licked and suckled my other nipple then moved his head to my pussy. His cock was now over my face. I said and just what do you want mommy to do with that thing? He laughed and said nothing if you don’t want as his mouth found my cum filled cunt and his tongue started probing inside me. I could. His romantic conveyance bearing the same intense focus he held when in his kitchen. She wanted to be at the center of his turmoil. She had fallen in love with an erupting volcano. The young violinist played for him that night, her right hand moved the bow at right angles across one string to another creating a musical passage of wispy sounding notes. She moved the bow faster, her small plump lips open, her bow pushing down harder with every move, intense sounds emergent of her desire to be.