The tips of her tits jutted out proudly. Between slim legs, a split mound of tempting pussy puffed feminine flesh protruded out. “Do you like my pu...ssy, Natwar?” Punita said spreading her legs for me. Despite growth of thin hairs I could see right up into her glistening slit as she spread her cuntlips with her fingers.“Oh, God! That’s gorgeous, Punita!”, I moaned,I had made no conscious plan in my mind to touch my little sister’s body, yet when my eyes stopped their inspection, I realized that. He kissed her on the cheek, and told her to call him and his wife, before she left the area. Dinner conversation was somewhat subdued after that, and she apologized for the change in her mood. She still grieved the loss of her husband, and at times that loss was still overwhelming. He understood that loss, but gave her time to tell him about it in her own way, rather than asking questions. He had been there, not so long ago himself. His wife had also passed, but he saw her passing as a. ... " his smile vanished, a look of startled confusion come over his handsome features. "You.. You didn't return my call and I thought I'd come by to find out why. " he stammered."Your phone call.... " for a moment she blanked, too many thoughts charging through her mind at the same time. Who'd left messages over the last couple days? "Oh shit. You're not Mr. Thorton, are you? " That's me. " he replied with good natured understanding at her confusion. "I need to talk with you about William. I had re-shaved my pussy very carefully, scared of cutting myself. I had noticed some stubbly bits and wanted myself perfectly smooth, ready for Mikes tongue. As I entered the kitchen, Mum seemed to be finally ready and ignored Johns huffing and impatience. She kissed me goodbye and they set off, promising to be back by 7pm to make dinner. Nearly nine hours alone. Bliss! As the car drove away, I stepped back into the kitchen where Mike was leaning back against the sink with a smug smile. I ran.