When the water soaked the cloth, my underwear molded wetly to my body. Irene stepped back to the wall of the shower and looked me up and down. The wet material clung to, and highlighted the muscles of my chest, and the shape of my prick. Satisfied with what she saw she turned away, dipped her head in the stream of water then waited for me to use the conditioner. I looked her up and down, from the long, Bhabhi wet hair to the small of her back, over the curve of her butt cheeks to her feet. The water flowing over her made her skin shiny, slick, vibrant. I peered over her shoulder at her tits which were standing full and firm, her nipples looked long and swollen, miniature waterfalls were falling from them. I poured a large dollop from the bottle to the top of her head then began to massage it into her scalp as my prick started reacting to the intimate situation. In less than a minute I had a fully matured erection, it formed a large tent in indian the front of my briefs. Irene put her hands on the wall of the stall and tilted her head back so I could work the lotion into her hair. I was still looking at her back, her ass and legs while my fingers were busy, my cock was like Jack’s beanstalk, it wouldn’t quit growing and began to hurt from the unceasing expansion; I felt so much pressure I thought it would come apart at the seams. I took a hand off my sister’s head to adjust my erection, but the clinging wet cloth wouldn’t let me ease the strain. I pulled my shorts over my cock then shimmied my ass until they fell to my ankles. My unconstrained prick stuck straight and hard, pointed directly at Irene’s ass. She turned slightly to see what I was doing; when she saw my cock waving free, her eyes moved up to mine and she bent her back, raised up on her toes then moved her butt until I slipped between her thighs. I put both hands on her homemade hips then with the aim and skill of an accomplished lover, impaled her with my erection. Irene yelped, slapped her hands on the shower wall then pressed back on me; I began fucking her. She bowed her back, putting more pressure against my stomach while I rolled my back to screw her. Irene turned her head to look up at me and flashed a small smile. I pushed up, deep and strong enough to lift india her feet off the floor, her entire weight was hanging on my cock, Irene gasped, closed her eyes and moaned. She fumbled with the faucet to turn the water off, slipped off my boner then took my hand desi and pulled me from the shower to my room. At the bed she turned to me, took both my hands in hers then fell back, pulling me to her, between her spread legs. I slipped back into Irene, then she and I tried our damnedest to break my bed. I may have been surprised as hell at what Irene had done, that she instigated sex with me, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to refuse her. The entire time we were bouncing on the bed I had nagging thoughts about who she was, and why she seduced me, but I wasn’t about to complain or pull out. If I was a revenge fuck, oh well, I thought, that was a fate I would have to put up with. She was hot, limber and the longer we coupled, the wilder she got. Irene had been screwing Justin for a couple of years and never worried about getting knocked up so I wasn’t concerned about her safety either. The forces of life swelled my cock, hardened my nuts then, when I couldn’t hold on any longer, I warned her, “I’m cuming Irene, I’m gonna ------!” My sister grabbed my ass and held tight as I shot a double-ball blast into her. When I was done pumping her up, I relaxed to lie on her stomach. She huffed softly into my ear, “You’re fucking heavy, get off.” I answered her with a bit of satire, “I just did.” She slapped my butt then pushed me over to lie beside her. She rolled to her side facing me then said with a hint of a grin, “I still have conditioner in my hair.” I wasn’t concerned about her hair just then, “What the hell happened, why did you do that?” Her eyes turned serious, “Not sure, I just didn’t want to walk around today knowing that the last guy to fuck me is cheating on me. Having common DNA didn’t matter.” “I’m an emergency fuck, ‘Pull Zipper in Case of Emergency’?” Knew that hair. We were back inside the same building where I awoke and Kira had introduced me to an older man with thick, swept-back grey hair called Dako San who was head of the team that looked after her homemade time machine. When the game was over and they were all leaving, she and I gave each of them a full body hug. It wasn’t long before Logan felt her thighs begin to tremble and her back arched india as she pressed against his assaulting tongue and squealed at the top of her lungs. “The Winds are Changing, no one said anything about a third book in the series. Once she felt adjusted to the size of my cock she began to pump up and down on me, in what seemed to be her most energetic fucking ever. That wonderful ecstasy surged through me. It felt so amazing. She knelt in front of me with the tip of her tongue sliding up and down the crease between Terry's legs. I wish I was dead. "Take it indian easy, sweetie," breathed Mom as she held onto my hips to control the pressure my cock was starting to exert as I moved slowly back and forth. My body was out of control, my Father was licking my pussy in front of a room full of guys. She was already naked and spreading a towel on the sofa before sitting down. Her body bucked. But I was brought back to reality, by the sound of Rusty's voice "On your knees, bitch" Nick’s cock finally went limp, slipping out of her shaven pussy, dripping some semen residue on the table. I’m sor-” Part 16 His nonchalant demeanor both excited me. I lay on the bed next to him and opened his Bhabhi pants. Begging to be touched, rubbed or even make the slightest bit of contact. It was such a treat. "That's good baby girl" he said. When I said that I hadn’t she asked me if it was true that all the girls stripped naked at midnight. "Are desi you offering?" he asked incredulous.