I pulled the knot and removed her shalwar. She was wearing a matching lace panty. I pulled the panty and threw away. Her cunt was hairy like her siste...r’s, unshaved with curly hairs. I placed a hand on her sexy cunt and inserted my middle finger into her. She was shivering with fear, but her mind was telling her there is nothing wrong. I asked her if she had any boyfriends. She told that she had a boy friend and he kissed her but she did not allow him to proceed further. I told her “There was. Later at dinner, mom had cooked our favorite meal growing up: fried chicken and Ore Ida french fries.Mom and Dad played that game with a french fry with each of them having an end of it in their mouth and they bit off bits until it ended with a kiss!What’s good for the parents must be good for the kids, so we did the same thing finishing with a very unchaste kiss.Dad, first name John, said, “I don’t think that game is intended for a brother and sister to play it, wouldn’t you say so Darla?”We. If you open the doors to important men and let them play inside, you can have anything you want. I moaned when I felt his finger touch sensitive spots inside my pussy. I blurted out, Thats why I opened it for you, guruji. He must have liked my answer a lot, because he rewarded me by fucking me for the second time that night. Next week on wards, I was very busy meeting new people, and within a month, I was working in ads. True to my thought, guruji taught me many things about the industry and. Shoes of some kind would also have to be on the shopping list. He was drawing ... there were letters. Her eyes shot up to his face, then back down. She wasn't a GOOD reader. Mom had taught Polly, but had been gone before Samantha was of age. Money for tutors had been better used elsewhere. Polly had done her best to teach Sam, but ... well, other things had interested her more.She now had all the incentive in the world to resume those lessons.'No' was the first word. She knew that one. There.