Always.Ek din wo humare ghar aayi.Uski engagement ho chuki thi.Main usko apna ghar dikhane laga.Mere kamre se pichley side behne wale dariya ka view d...ekhte hi usne muje zor se hug kiya aur uske mu se bayoooo ki awaz nikli..Mera koi reaction ni tha.Phir sham ko khana khane k baad sub log so gaye ,wo fiance se baat karne mere kamre mai ayi cx usko meri choti behan k room mai sona tha.Phn karte karte wo muje badi ajeeb nigahoñ se dekhne lagi.Phir late night wo b soney chali gayi..Agli subah main. “Did you notice?” she finally said.“Yes,” I replied before she could continue with her sentence. “I said you shouldn’t wear a bra, and you’re not.”“I didn’t think you noticed,” she said. She looked down at her hand which was smoothing her blouse down over her breast. I knew she had to leave shortly, but my cock started to have other ideas.She took a sip of her wine, and unbuttoned a button on her blouse. She looked directly at me, took another sip of wine, and then undid another button. . It was a more pleasing sight than she would ever thought possible an hour ago, when it had looked as if she had just fought the battle of Waterloo single handed!.She had washed the blood from her face and treated the cuts with an alum pencil (God - had that stung!) and been relieved to see that the damage was a lot less fearful and far more superficial than it had felt when the fight was in progress. A bit of make-up sufficed to hide all but the bruises around both eyes, but even these she was. Debbie, resigned to her fate, walked around the table and presented herself to Claire. What Claire did next shocked us all. With he back of her hand, Claire ran her knuckles over Debbie's nipples, through the fabric of the bra. As Debbie's breath hissed in, Claire reached around Debbie and unhooked her bra. With the bra off, Debbie's nipples were sticking in Claire' face. Claire planted a wet kiss on Debbie's right nipple and turned back to the table."Are we gonna play, or what?" Claire asked.