She was so gorgeous , it was hard for me to look other way, dressed smartly in skin tight black shirt and micro skirt which barely reaches her thigh ,... two upper button of her shirt were open giving me glimpse of her firm boobs , her looks were further complemented by Roberto Cavalli sunglasses and Rolex daytona watch she was wearing. Being of introvert nature and intimidate by her style and looks , I was hesitant to start conversation. I thought to play safe bet by looking outside , she was. The sleeves began to slide upward as the collar disappeared,revealing more creamy flesh beneath. Slowly it settled into a red a-linedress, crossed in front with off-the-shoulder straps to better reveal themiles of cleavage that Simon's immense tits provided. He could feel thestrapless bra underneath, but already his back was telling him that itdidn't give enough support for their weight. His boobs were painful,pressing on his ribs, and while he had had enough conversations with womento know. I briefly stopped stroking my penis. “I want to see your tits.” I insistedMuch to my joy, Chrissy pulled up her shirt with no hesitation. She was wearing a shear bra and I could see her nipples through the translucent material. “No bra.” I insisted. Fulfilling my fantasy, Chrissy reached back and unhooked her bra and then pulled her bra and shirt right over her head. This was too good. I stared at her tits (nice C-cup and standing proud) and kept stroking my dick. Chrissy started to caress her. They started kissing in front of me.He also shifted to mom’s bedroom and they were officialy sleeping together. In the night I used to listen to their moans.As the days were coming close she was getting younger and We used to go for shopping and other thing mom bought a very b’ful red benarasi sari for herself.Finally the day came and we all got ready mom had the bridal makeup and she wore that heavy work benarasi and Uncle wore a traditional punjabi payjama.The marriage was a low key.