I like the way they look and I like the way they feel.I love my husband.I don't go for chicks.I don't check out their tits or their legs.I don't undre...ss them in my mind.I don't find them interesting ... except for Susan.Susan!Susan is... ?... ?Interesting.For the life of me I don't know what's interesting about a middle-class white woman in suburban America.It's not guilt. I just worked that out. I think it's shame; and that burns so much hotter than guilt. If it was just the incident at the. I had never seen my sister in a Saree. She would always wear a chudidhar. And for the first time I was shocked to see my sister wearing a smooth light green saree (not transparent). She opened the gate and talked to me. She turned back and started walking to the house. As she was turning back I could see her smooth yummy navel from the side. For the first time I had seen my sister’s navel and I could feel a rush of blood in my body. I was behind her walking to the house. I was enjoying seeing. In his strong arms, she was just a helpless willing woman. A woman in all her glory and presence was only complete with the man of her desire. They never made it to the bedroom, a sudden strange weakness in his knees made him sink to the floor, where she willingly joined him. Their hands undoing fasteners and brushing fabrics aside to allow their senses to explore what was hidden beneath.No one could tell the time or would have been able to say when it happened, but what started as something so. She let go of my hair and grabbed the collar I hadn't noticed I still had on. Her slow strokes of before quickly turned into long, deep strokes, faster and faster. Every time I felt her legs on the back of mine, she would pause and grind into my ass. Judging by her moans, the vibrator was working its magic. I started to match her thrusts, throwing every inhibition I had out the window. She drove deep and hard inside of me. I was moaning louder and louder as she filled me up."Now it's your turn.