Wait? Did his eyes just flicker down to my legs? It was so brief a glance that I wasn’t sure I had actually seen it. I looked down at my legs; I was...showing off a lot of skin. My shirt barely covered my crotch. I looked up and my dad was just about to leave the room.“Nope, not yet,” I said.I got lost in channel surfing and quickly forgot about it until, I wasn’t sure how much later, my dad walked back into the room and past me. “Just getting a drink,” he said.“Uh, sure,” I mumbled. Did my dad. Fir wo sharmate huye kahne lagi ki amit ko kuchh karna hi nahi aata mene poochha kya nahi karna aata to wo sharmate huye boli dhat, to dosto mujhe bhi ab ras aane laga tha maine kaha sharmao mat khul kar batao tab wo boli ki unko sex karna nahi aata , raat ko pahle se khada rakhte he aur kapde utar ker sidha ek dam andar daal dete he,mane kaha kya to wo boli aap sab samjh rahe he, mujhse ese mat bulwao mujhe badi hi sharm aa rahi he , maine kaha ok … Magar wo thik hi to kar raha he raat ko yahi. She went back to the first boy and pulled him roughly to his feet.Emerging back into the road, dragging the would-be rapist behind her, she administered a thorough and painful chastisement to the wretched youth, soon reducing him to bleeding and broken-nosed unconsciousness. She was a big girl, as I have said before, some five feet eleven inches tall and this fellow was three inches shorter than she, scrawny and feeble with it. Add to this her extreme, superheated anger, and the youth's. "Sure, I'd love that," I replied eagerly as she began taking her clothes off. Once naked, she was stunning. The prettiest boobs I'd ever seen, full, round, with pink nipples that were plump and delicious looking. She had a nice curvy figure and her pussy was perfect, a chubby slit completely clean and smooth."Like how I look?" I think you're totally beautiful. What's your name? I'm Rick." Marcie. I'm a friend of Sarah's. She told me you were her sex slave and that I could have you do anything I.