Helen’s tongue slipped into my mouth and seemed to me to be waiting for something. I tightened my hands on her back and let my neck arch back so she... could penetrate me deeper. That was, it seemed, the correct thing to do because as her tongue moved to invade me more deeply, more aggressively, so her hand left my right arm and cupped, ever so gently, my right breast, her palm gently against my hardening nipple. I stroked her back and maybe I moaned or made a sound because her hand moved, her. What should I do? I was dressed in a pink transparent saree and blouse without sleeves. My shite arms and milky 36D breasts were inviting him. He moved closer and pushing me against the compartment wall planted a kiss on my lips. In a moment my hesitation was gone and I was responding with my tongue.When we broke we were breathless. Ranbir pulled me in his arms and shoved his face between my breasts removing my pallu, my boobs went hard the moment he touched with his rough cheeks there and my. "A rule all summoned warriors had come to both appreciate and hate. Appreciate if their summoner was kind, courteous and helpful to his warriors. Hate if they got a total misogynistic and egotistical bastard who only cared about himself and earning cash for himself to use in the city on sluts and fine food and nothing else. They would rather have an idiot for a summoner. He didn't HAVE to control them, just provide them with energy for special/magical attacks and defence. Idiot summoners were. "More, more, more, push harder. Give me all your sperm. Fill my cunt with your wonder juice. Make a baby in my womb, dearest brother. Make me complete. Fill me. Love me. Fuck me."She kept up the diatribe for ten minutes. All this time I felt her contracting. I was still contracting and Samantha deposited her sperm in me. She began to shrink and pulled her cock from my tender ass. I was going no place because my sister was still cumming. Finally her spasms subsided and I pulled out. I helped her.