Although I was far from a virgin in my previous life I had never taken the time to really examine the wonders of womanhood. I pulled out a mirror from...my vanity and examined myself. I had a little bit of hair above my pussy; I could use to tidy up a bit. I had nice lips. My clit was prominent and hooded. I parted my pussy lips and looked in as best I could."Oh shit, my sister was still a virgin. That meant, dam; at some point I was going to have to lose my virginity to a guy." I didn't want to. We werent sure why, but we thanked god. On December 22nd, each of us was stripped and searched. We received new uniforms and were taken to The Club, where we were informed that the United States was apologizing. We wanted to be happy, we tried to believe, but we were so afraid something would piss them off and they would retaliate on us, again. Later that afternoon, we were loaded onto another bus that took us to a train, this time. The train headed south, and we held our breaths. Exactly. A woman without a man, I was horny, too. I had sexual needs, too, that weren't being met. In hindsight, I realize now that he wanted me to see his cock, as much as I wanted to see it, and he wanted to see me naked, as much as I wanted him to see me naked. Genetically similar, as mother and son, apparently, I was just as perverted and horny as he was, and as sexually attracted to him as he was to me. The first time it happened, the first time he saw something of me that he shouldn't,. First time when I saw aunty(nitya) she was wearing a black churidhar without a shawl and the color of her dress was making her golden brown skin glow and she was one of the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, she even doesn’t wear much jewelleries just a chain with mangalsutra and earings. She had the perfect shape of hardworking indian housewife nice round boobs and a perfectly shaped ass and the dress she was wearing showed out the sexiness of her body. I could say she was not fat nor so.
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