I lifted her up into the air, grabbing just below her gorgeous ass, and tackled her onto the bed. I pulled her sweatpants off of her, revealing a sexy... black thong. She grabbed the bottom of my shirt and ripped it off my head. I moved back for a second, as I admired my best friends adorable little sister in just a black bra and black thong, and it was the most beautiful sight I have ever seen. I slowly moved up her body, our bare bellys touching, sending chills down my spine. I slowly kissed. She is more naughty at forty than me. Since we both were of the same age we use to share jokes, sms each other and there was nothing taboo between us. Shalu’s husband was a business man and they both had a fantastic life filled with sex. Shalu though at 40, was still the cynosure of all eyes at any gathering. She was slim, svelte and gorgeous. She was fair, tall and beautiful. She had a 36 sized bosom with a little sag as I later discovered due to the degenerating process. I never had any kind. " Reaching under her top, he found a nipple and squeezed it. Taking her mouth off him for a moment, she came closer to the edge of the bed propping with a pillow to raise the level of her mouth. Jagging himself, he entered the warmth and backed out again. Drool ran across her cheek onto the pillow. Taking his hand from himself, he pushed deep as she sucked like a baby. She watched the length of him go in and out of her mouth. He had turned on the soft overhead light as soon as he had her awake.. ‘Provocatively?!’ She repeated in anger. ‘When have I ever dressed provocatively?!’ ‘I err…’ I was at a loss. I knew in my heart that she didn’t dress at all in that way. It just wasn’t her. But I had dug so far down this hole that I was damn well getting myself out. ‘You can’t think of a single time, can you?’ Her eyes glowered, daring me to answer. Keeping one eye on the road I looked at what she was wearing for inspiration. It was a simple red dress with a high neckline, sleeveless and.