”Now, the woman was shocked. Heather added. “I love to eat X’s cream pies from other women’s holes. I love the taste of cum whether it’s his...or some other guy’s or a woman’s.”The woman was blushing a bit. “I’m Monica and my husband is Charles. Where are you located? I would like us to go over to your site and talk at least.”Heather said, “We’re at site number fifty-two. You would be welcome.”We eventually returned to our site. It was late afternoon when Monica and Charles entered our site. We. One opportunity that presented itself to me worked out in more ways than one. A few blocks from where I lived was a very lively and very cosmopolitan retail section of town. One of the businesses there was an Asian Import store owned by and Indian family. I knew their k**s from school as well as the couple who owned the store. When their older k**s went off to college I asked the owner if I might work part time stocking shelves and helping out after school. He was delighted and knew me and knew. Then she said to close the doors, windows and take off my clothes. I closed the doors but I said I will not take off my clothes as I am ashamed. She said that for this game, we both should not have clothes. Then I asked her to remove her clothes first and then I will remove. Then she switched off the lights and there is only some lighting in the room which comes through the glasses of un curtained windows. And to my disbelief, she started to take off her saree and now I got some courage and had. Don't be a chicken. Come on, at least take off your shirt." Yeah!" Sarah chipped in.They had me on the spot now. They were right about the boobs but I was shy about my hairless skinny chest. I'm tall and lanky. Not bony skinny but my muscles are long and thin instead of bulgy. The guys are always k**ding me about being a beanpole. A few have found out just how strong I really am, the hard way.I took a deep breath and raised my hands to the bottom of my tee shirt. Before I could let myself think.