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Still not thinking purposely about her he started to pay attention to both feet which caused Mandy to snuggle into a sofa pillow and slowly lose concentration on the movie. He placed his right hand over her right foot then while rolling her toes between two fingers his left hand drifted up her leg where he was kneading the muscles of her calf. Mandy had used an after bath lotion so his hand was moving almost friction-less over her skin. Brother and sister were mostly intent on the movie but slowly both were becoming aware of what he was doing to her. He began to slide his hand up and down her lower leg, caressing the muscles gently. His sister reacted to the feel of his light touch, she sighed deeply then her focus shifted more from the movie to the warmth growing where his fingers roamed. She shifted her right leg slightly which caused her knees to separate, her inner thighs were exposed from knees to where the robe lay. The move offered him a view that was magnetic and provocative, the thin pink robe lay softly on her form, his heart picked up a beat as he looked where the material flowed over the mound of her sex to a wrinkle between her thighs. A fight between the gay guy and the big macho bastard was forgotten as he paid more attention to his sister and the feel of her skin under his fingers. She tried to focus on the action while he stroked even higher, above her knee as far as the hem of the cloth. After the gay kicked the shit out of the bigger man Mandy closed her eyes and reveled in the sensation of her brother feeling up her legs. She stretched and flexed her toes as a brief shiver rippled her thighs. Emboldened by her acquiescence he turned his full attention to Mandy. The light strokes of his fingers became more firm as he pressed the palm of his hand on her. He began to slide his hand over the curve of her leg so that it was moving back and forth on her silken skin, his fingertips caressed the underside of her leg then would slide back up when he rocked it back. She shivered again. The movie lost her interest as she concentrated on the deliciously erotic feelings her brother was causing, their kinship quickly became a non issue as she enjoyed his caresses. Mandy stirred enough to reach over her head and click off the table lamp at the end of the sofa. The only light in the room came from the TV which was enough to see her breasts which became half exposed when the soft cloth slipped open to a broad V as she moved. Her nipples were still hidden but the firm mounds of flesh attracted his gaze. The brother adjusted quickly to the dim light by becoming more adventurous. He abandoned her toes to bring that hand to Mandy’s thighs and started massaging her muscles with both. Caught up in the soothing rub down Mandy shifted once again, giving her brother even more leg exposure. He looked up the length of her legs to see the end of the robe lay across her upper thighs, he could see the india split of her body. Mandy was clean indian shaven, she had no pubic hair. Up to this point he had been fairly casual about fondling his sister but the position of her legs, the hindu view of her pussy and her acceptance of his caresses forged his prick into a steel ram. It grew long and hard in his jeans, cramping as it outgrew the space it was in. He shifted his ass to get more comfortable then returned his attention to the sexy young female. It took only a short minute more before he had eased up her leg until the side of his hand was smoothing on the soft succulent folds of her sex. Mandy raised her arms and laid them on the sofa arm with her fingers laced together over the towel covering her hair, she pulled a knee up offering more space for him so he pressed his luck and her sex. If I hadn’t already. I never let him cum and he obviously never fucked me. No—his job was to work and make money for me to spend then to come home and cook dinner before cleaning the house and sleeping in a cage like this at the foot of my bed. As I tasted my best friends cunt, Caine had pressed his thumb against my anus. Other hand unbuttoning her pink blouse. Her big E-cup tits to her tummy. Which is how my mom won the argument. She ran for a long time and never looked back. It is our duty to guide our god down the path of righteousness, not just blindly obey her, though we will follow direct orders. “Of course, Mr. hindu Davies,” she purred, a sultry catch to her voice indian that I'd never heard from her. “Lisa, I am so sorry. “Iger…” Dave growled. Short of raiding an arms depot, what india do you suggest?"