I saree wear properly like fold the pallu properly, and hook the same to the blouse, hook the saree folding below her belly just in front of pussy (pu...ku). Then she brought two saree pins and hooked one on the blouse and the other one below belly. She asked how it looks like, I said good, again she asked pl tell correctly then I said if you don’t mind I will tell exactly ha tell me, you really looks gorgeous and sexy on these saree as well as ornaments. She just smiled and said nothing. This. I breathed in, and the smell flooded my nostrils. Suddenly, I felt my cock start to harden. This was fucking surreal, watching my sister play with her pussy, with a raging hard-on. Eventually, I realized I was gonna have to get off, too. I pulled down my shorts, and proceeded to stroke my cock, as I watched my sister play with herself. "Oooh, hmmm..." It was probably inevitable Jess would be alerted by my grunting. She opened her eyes, and saw me masturbating, and looking at her. "Bobby, what. Mark, stop." This earned me an improbably-hard slap across the face, causing me to gasp out loud and, shamefully, my slit to get wetter. "Shut up, bitch!" he ordered meBut I wasn't ready to give up yet. I needed confirmation. "Pull out and show me your dick!" I demanded. When he asked me why, I shouted, "Just show it to me!"He did, withdrawing his manhood (boyhood) out of my twat. His penis wasn't big--three inches long, maybe--but it was fully erect! I let my head fall back onto my pillow,. .. ?"I licked my way into her tangy crack, sliding my tongue against her asshole. Cyndi let out a moan of pleasure, then quickly protested."No--Ian--don't lick me there. Oh, that's so dirty... oh God... it feels so good..."I licked deeper, pressing the tip of my tongue into Cyndi's hole. She groaned as she felt it penetrating her. Her protests had subsided, but as I began to work my tongue in and out of her tight ass, she started groaning halfheartedly, begging me to stop."Ian... that's.