Anna left us alone with her sister Elena under the pretext of having to meet a relative at the airport (that is, in fact, Laura). She whispered: “You have two hours to figure out what's what. I'm not jealous, dear, but she really needs it ... My husband drank himself, died half a year ago, and she did not fuck about four months. By the way, and did not write in the morning ... Good luck! "

Elena and I drank champagne and liquor again, and I suggested: “Do you want to try on the things I bought for you on Anna's order?” Anna rose from her seat, straightened her ruffles on the champagne-poured dress, revived:

- Want! What is it?

- Very sexy outfit: panties, bra, stockings with a belt.

“She wants me to wear it?” What does "sexy" mean? All out? This is indecent.

- Well, not to wear all the time, but to wear, measure ... Then, this is the underwear, in the end ... Wear at the same time over that her skirt and blouse over, and everything else. - I was calm myself. He came close to her. Elena mumbled:

- I do not know what to say ... You confuse me. And you also want me to wear it all?

- Yes, Helen. I would really like to see you in it.

- Like this? Am I going to be in my panties and bra? Yes, they also shine through, I suppose ... Sisi and my pussy will immediately see ... I am ashamed!

- Oh well! It's okay ... One kiss for courage. - Elena, apparently, wanted to object to something, but I hurriedly sealed her mouth with a kiss, to which she in a moment began to actively respond. I cheered myself, gently stroked her heroic sizes with warm tits over a dress that made them fit, found large nipples, twisted them through fabric. Elena groaned in my mouth, weakly tried to free herself, but I just moved my hands to her hips, pulled her close and pressed her stomach to my rising member. Elena felt the dick, shuddered all over, closed her eyes, gave her tongue in a kiss to me. I gladly sucked it from her sweet saliva, looked up, and handed her the package. With some delay, reddened Elena opened her eyes, looked at the bag, looked at me, smiled:

- And you are a rogue, to say the least! What will Anna say if she finds out that I am with you ... kissing on such a occasion ... and I am preparing a striptease for you, that is, I am going to appear in such underwear? Lingerie probably transparent, all my intimate places will be seen, eh? Okay, so be it, I will change my clothes ... here, in the toilet, I at the same time ... want to fuck ...

- He will ask how the new clothes looked on you, that's all. Well, even ask how I liked what I saw.

Elena calmed down a bit, took the bag and went to the bathroom. In one leap, I jumped into the adjacent toilet with a wall of a translucent mirror (200 bucks a toy! But it's worth its money, oh, it's worth it!).

Elena quickly undressed and stayed in blue shorts and a closed bra the size of a double children's hammock. Her boobs were sticking out of this miracle of the sixth number, when she opened her arms to unbutton his clasp. Two record-melons with large nipple cherries fell out of the cups. Elena leaned over, pulling off her panties, and gave me the appearance of her vigorous ass with a deep shaggy gap between the plump buttocks. She stepped in, turned to the mirror (that is, to face me), stroked herself, starting from the breasts, which made her nipples tense and stand up at once, sighed, stroked her stomach, lower abdomen, got into the groin, smoothed her hair, parted her hair for a moment finger into the bare red-brown slit, wiggled them well there, pulled out all wet and, breathing out exasperated and blushing, brought it to her nose, sniffed and carefully licked. What she pulled out of the bag made her blush even more: black bra and panties, small and transparent, black stockings with a seam, a belt with long red garters. Fascinated, Elena began to quickly pull all this over.Relatively quickly coped with the clasps, but was afraid to pull up stockings higher, reaching her only to the middle of the thighs. Everything was not enough: the nipples of the fair-haired tits were cheekyly sticking out, over the laces, the fine ass “G-string” couldn’t cover the big ass, the narrow triangle in front seemed trimmed with black fur from fluffy pubic hair. Elena was greatly embarrassed. However, her old underwear was already lying in the basin for soaking: she left. It remained to pull the mini-skirt and Anna blouse. The blouse more or less fit in size, only the two upper buttons were missing: mischief - Anna cut them off in advance. But the skirt was not only a mini, she also had a cut on the ass. In the dressed state, the hem of the skirt barely covered the edges of the stockings, and bare thighs were peeking over the stockings in the cut: the picture is amazing. A similar thought, apparently telepathically, reached Elena, who blushed deeply. But there is nothing to do, we must go. So she came out, forgetting to pee into my "galoshny" design. I met her with approving exclamations and, in order to smooth her embarrassment, I immediately invited me to a slow dance to be trampled. She hid her burning face on my chest and tightly pressed herself against me, looking, apparently, for consolation. I consoled: stroked her ass, checking whether the panties were in place. She realized that I did not find anything, she muttered something in my shoulder, like: “I wore panties and a bra, as you asked ... but they are ... such ...”. “What?” “Bra so tiny, as if he's not at all, my sisi doesn’t close at all, and your panties, yes, sexy ... one string in the pope ... and the pussy are hardly hidden ... I have pis ... so ... the big one is very ... coming out ... oh, what am I saying! ”she whispered, and in gratitude for the confession I began to firmly iron her buttocks, with an effort lifting them up and reaching into the skirt ironing her bare legs over the edge of the stockings. Helen, sighing convulsively and shifting from one foot to the other in the dance, gradually spread her legs wider, and I reached up with my hand higher, under the lace of her underpants, felt the anus quickly clenching at the touch, climbed deeper and fell in hot moist lips, stroked them, climbed into the vagina and felt it spasmodically tightened, irrigating my fingers with thick mucus. Elena trembled much beyond the rhythm of the dance, With her other hand raised her face to her, leaned down and dug into a long kiss on her quivering lips . Elena passionately exhaled in my mouth and gave herself a whole kiss, seizing my tongue and sucking it like a lollipop. Meanwhile, I used a pair of fingers to knead her squishing vagina, which she, quietly groaning, often put spasmodic jolts on my fingers, and only came off to grab a couple of glasses of champagne from the table: “On brotherhood?” Elena did not dare to refuse, although I was sure that she is about to be fit for herself. I just asked for some reason in a whisper: "You ... you touched my pussy ... I was so ashamed ... I wet your hand with it, forgive me ... But this ... you do not think that I wrote to you ... I had a chance to take a nap ... It was ... I let it down a little, it was my juice ... Oh, what I say! "They drank, I kissed her again, asked playfully:" You will show me your sexy panties? ", and climbed between our bellies to his pants. He pulled out a half-stressed member and pressed it against her tummy. Elena understood what it was there and gasped. However, pressed her elastic belly, sweetly poeled on my penis and mumbled: "I ... I ... well ... I will see you in this underwear ... but ..." I muffled the objections with another kiss and even stronger pressed against her stomach. Elena's bladder filed a desperate call for help, and Elena recoiled from me, automatically pressing her palm to the lower abdomen: - I ... I need ... to the toilet ... I'm a little ... now ... - she mumbled, eyes widening as she peered at my cock. With some effort turned away and jumped into the bathroom. I follow. She stood, legs apart, ...