Aur fie didi aapana sar mere sine se daba liya.Fir mene top ko alag karne me der nahi ki. Top alagar hote hi didi ke bade bade mote bilkul anar ki tar...ah dikhane wale nange stan beparda hue to mein dekh ta hi raha itane khubsurat stan ki muze jo ummid thi usase kahi jayada the.har roj jisko yad karke me aapne lund se munth marvata tha wo gore gore gol gol bade shrifal ki size ke us ke stan mere samne kade the. Chikani patali chamadi ke niche khun ki nili nasen dikhai de rahi thi. Stan ke bich. She went upstairs and after 5 minutes she called me upstairs, when I entered the room she hugged me from behind and running her hands at my crotch straight away, I turned and hugged her so tightly and kissed her soft lips (which was like red velvet cake) and tasted it like a wine, we both exchanged our saliva, and I started pressing her boobs she started letting out moans and the breath from her mouth at that time was making me more and stiffer.She undressed me straight away and asked me to. I closed the garage door and walked to the house...I had not yet seen "T". To my surprise when I got in the house she was dressed in something I had not seen before...she was a good seamstress and had cut down a pair of my late uncles bib overalls to fit her...the legs had been cut off to now be real short too. It must have taken a lot of work as it fit her really well. She turned around for my to see how thy fit and I noticed she had nothing on under. Her beautiful 34 b's just barely contained. Bev had advised Sharron to tell him nothing, feeling that he just wouldn’t be able to handle the truth. Now Sharron was telling Bev exactly how wrong she had been. Far from not being able to handle the truth, it had actually turned him on no end, and if truth be told, it had turned Sharron on telling him. “How much have you told him?” Bev asked. “I haven’t told him a great deal.” Sharron replied, “Just the tip of the iceberg really.” Bev found this most amusing. Sharron could hear her laughing.