I decided to spare her the drama of my recent visit to my grandfather, instead inquiring about her day. We talked for a few minutes before she went to... change clothes and get comfortable. I noticed that since I had come back home, the awkward feelings with Ashley had somewhat passed. Maybe what had happened between us was for the best, we now knew what the parameters were. She came back into the kitchen dressed in shorts and a tee shirt, as usual she looked awesome. We resumed our conversation. She was a hottie with a sexy figure of 36-28-36. I just wanted to fuck her in the berth. She was from a television channel that used to cover up travel shows and she was travelling to my native place to study its geography and its cultural history for her next project. She told me everything about herself and her family that stays in Goa. She asked me everything about myself to which I replied truly. I was feeling hungry and I asked her whether she would join me for lunch. We had our lunch and. My cock was all wet with her saliva and her cunt was all wet with her own juice. It was a very tight pussy but now slightly swollen and expanded to take any sized man Jr. all the way in. She kept increasing the pace on my dick. He throat sucking me, hands massaging me, her lips grabbing me, tongue roaming me, her mouth guzzling me, all at the same time. It was heavenly feeling, I never knew my younger s****r was such an expert and experienced cock sucker. I was trying my best to stay with the. " Gary admitted. "Yeah," I said and gulped another draft of beer. "I'm a singin' fool." I started to belt out "Killer Highway" I got through the first two verses and realized that although I was in perfect pitch I was also singing about two octaves too high. I stopped. I was crushed. I could tell I looked dejected, and I tried not to for Gary's sake but I just couldn't help it. "What's wrong?" Gary asked. "You sounded great! You sounded better then than I've ever heard you before." "Gee.