Graceful Indian Aunty's Nude Bath Scene Captured

I sat next to my sister and pulled her into a hug then fell back to the bed pulling her down softcore beside me. She began to cry again, “I can’t believe he did all that Brett, I thought he loved me.” I was kinked at my hips, with my legs over the edge of the bed. I kicked off my shoes then twisted around to lie completely on the bed. When I was done shifting my sister also moved until she was lying with me, her head on my shoulder. She was still grieving for her lost love as I drifted to sleep. I woke to the fragrance of coffee. My eyes opened and the first thing I saw was a mug, held by my sister who looked like she’d spent the night in a tumble dryer. Her eyes were bleeding, her hair a tangle of knots, and the cup shook slightly. She was wearing my terrycloth morning robe. “Take this,” she said, “I have to take a shower.” I was still fully dressed so when I sat up my pants bunched up between my legs, pinching my nuts in folds of denim. I grabbed my pants to adjust myself as Irene watched. I took the coffee, she left for the bathroom. As she walked from me in the short robe, I couldn’t help but check out her nicely shaped legs. I was changing from my day before clothes to a fresh set when I heard from the bathroom, “Brett, where in the hell is the hair conditioner?” Wearing just a t shirt and briefs I went to find out what my sister was yelling about. I poked my head in the bathroom door so see Irene leaning part way out of the shower, she said “I need conditioner for my hair, I have to get the shampoo out, there isn’t any here.” Saying nothing to her I went to the small closet next to the sink and pulled Big Tits out a bottle of conditioner. I held it to her, she looked at it for a moment, then shifted her eyes to my face. Her mouth curled up to a slight grin then she said “You do it.” “Do what?” “Rinse my hair with this, put it on, rub it in, wash it out.” Whoa, What? “You want me to get in there with you and do your hair?” Irene stepped to one indian side then pulled the shower curtain open for me. My feet were cemented to the floor as I stared at her nudity, I couldn’t move them. My own younger sister just invited me to shower with her? What the fuck? She watched my reaction, her eyes glinted with fun, “Hurry up, or I’ll have to shampoo again.” My mind blanked out my relationship to the woman in the shower so I stepped in, still wearing my shorts and shirt. 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. Dakota once again told him to never mind about her gal Amy. I pushed softcore it and asked if I could see some titties. “Yes, Mr. Davies!” she gasped, her pussy clenching around my dick. It felt good as if he was pushing every nerve in my body sending waves of pleasure Through me. He Pulled his mouth off my cock to asked if I liked what he was doing and just then I blew my first load of cum onto his shirt. In another world, I could make a difference. After several minutes of this gentle in and out fucking, Fallon’s breath was starting to become ragged again, her cunt muscles were starting to pulse around his cock as he ground his pubis against her shaved mons and her orgasm started to rise. I spit a indian big wad of spit Big Tits on his cock. I must have stood there thinking too long. He adjusted himself, and looked away sheepishly. “Did I really do that?