09-09-2019, 01:36 PM
Riya returned to find her siblings still not home. She had a plenty of time for the arrangements. She changed her clothes, still emitting the musk of her own pee and her brother's sticky goo, now dry and stretchy all through her hairy thighs. She had had a day! The rest of the time after Koushik left leaving her pussy full with his hot goo, she felt very excited and thrilled. Whenever she stood up and went to the check-up table for a patient, she felt the sticky semen running out of her pussy, and she had to clench her pussy-muscles to stop running the juice. The feeling that her love-hole is full of her brother's cum made her more thrilled at work.
She went to the bathroom, had a quick shower, soaped the streaks between her thighs and her inner parts and came back wrapping a towel. She had a lot to arrange.
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When the doorbell rang, and Riya opened it for her sister Priya, the house was all decorated. The small room of their family worship was ready, and so was the room of Priya. Her bed was decorated with chains of flower, giving it the look of a bridal bower. "What's this, didi?" Priya could not make out what these were all for.
"This is what I arrange for the marriage of my husband and my lovely sister." Riya was eagerly waiting for her. She was dressed like a typical Bengali wife, the red-bordered sari, the white and red bangles, and the sindoor on sinthi.
She was dumbstruck. But her elder sister took her to the bathroom giving her a red Benarasi sari, matching blouse, shaya and a lot of jewelries. Before she could say anything, she found herself in the bathroom all alone. First she put off her dress, looked at her on the mirror, touched her flat belly, and the shaved valley under, anticipating her sister's hairy beauty. She shied, and took the shaving gel, spread it on her palm, then rubbed on her abdomen.
Taking the razor, she began to shave smoothly. Parting her cunt-lips, she smoothed herself, her long legs, her armpits and her hands. Then, she took a shower, and dried herself.
When she came back, Koushik was still not home. Riya looked at her gorgeous sister. Priya was looking great in the red Benarasi sari. She gave her the jewels, the bangles, the necklace, the big nose-stud and the waist-chain. Then she led her sister to the worship-room. The arrangement was ready.
The holy fire was burning, the garlands were there, the sindoor, and the cushions for the couple. Riya took her sister's hands, and helped her to wear the white and red bangles a married Bengali woman wears. She was wearing gorgeous make-up for the wedding, looking like a real bride.
She went to the bathroom, had a quick shower, soaped the streaks between her thighs and her inner parts and came back wrapping a towel. She had a lot to arrange.
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When the doorbell rang, and Riya opened it for her sister Priya, the house was all decorated. The small room of their family worship was ready, and so was the room of Priya. Her bed was decorated with chains of flower, giving it the look of a bridal bower. "What's this, didi?" Priya could not make out what these were all for.
"This is what I arrange for the marriage of my husband and my lovely sister." Riya was eagerly waiting for her. She was dressed like a typical Bengali wife, the red-bordered sari, the white and red bangles, and the sindoor on sinthi.
She was dumbstruck. But her elder sister took her to the bathroom giving her a red Benarasi sari, matching blouse, shaya and a lot of jewelries. Before she could say anything, she found herself in the bathroom all alone. First she put off her dress, looked at her on the mirror, touched her flat belly, and the shaved valley under, anticipating her sister's hairy beauty. She shied, and took the shaving gel, spread it on her palm, then rubbed on her abdomen.
Taking the razor, she began to shave smoothly. Parting her cunt-lips, she smoothed herself, her long legs, her armpits and her hands. Then, she took a shower, and dried herself.
When she came back, Koushik was still not home. Riya looked at her gorgeous sister. Priya was looking great in the red Benarasi sari. She gave her the jewels, the bangles, the necklace, the big nose-stud and the waist-chain. Then she led her sister to the worship-room. The arrangement was ready.
The holy fire was burning, the garlands were there, the sindoor, and the cushions for the couple. Riya took her sister's hands, and helped her to wear the white and red bangles a married Bengali woman wears. She was wearing gorgeous make-up for the wedding, looking like a real bride.
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