Her mouth then curved into a wide, sultry grin as she spread her legs a litter wider. "Hello there, Peter." "K-Kimmy? That is you right?" "Of course, ...don't you recognize your big sister?" she asked placing her index finger in her mouth. "Why were you hiding in my closet? Were you beating off? You're such a pervert Peter, beating off to your own slut of a sister." "No you misunderstand!" I said waving my hands. "I-I was....uhm.....I....." "It's okay," she giggled. "I don't mind, I've always. Maine apni bich wali ungli unki gand ke bich me pher raha tha.Unhone penty nahi pehni thi mai pagal hone laga or unki gand par salwar ke uparse chumne laga maine unka suit upar kar diya. Ab maine unke boobs par haath rakh diya or halke halke dabane laga.ab mom sidhi let gaimai dar gaya or side ho gaya. Lekin unki aankein band the mane age se unka suit upar kiya or salwar ke upar se hi unki choot par haath pherne laga or dusre haath se unke boobs dabane laga.maine unka nada khol diya or choot ko. ’ She pulled her jeans up, then she sat up and began stuffing things back into the knapsack. Jason pulled his pants up, too. Then he stood up and began folding the blanket. ‘Yeah, maybe…’ he started to say. He didn’t get to finish his comment because suddenly a clap of thunder that sounded as if it had come from directly above them boomed through the forest. A brilliant flash of lightning followed the loud thunderclap, then huge raindrops began pelting down on them. They quickly got their. At the far side on either end, there were doorways from which light emanated. I could easily discern that the dim illumination came from television screens in these rooms. This light was accompanied by the unmistakable sounds from speakers, presumably from the televisions, of people fucking. The volume was not very loud, doubtlessly so that the two opposing viewing rooms would not interfere with one another’s entertainment. Once I closed the door behind me the passage ahead of me was fairly.