Maine dheere dheere uski neck par kiss karte hue uski top utari aur bra bhi.jaise hi uski chunchi maine dekhi main dang rah gaya.aisee gori ki preeti ...inta ki bhi kuch nahi.uski chunchi tani hui thi.maine halke se uski chunchi ko apne hothon se chooma aur ek haat se skirt utar kar panty par haath phera.wo ab moan kar rahi thi.aaaah fuffaji ye kya kar rahe hain?!!!!!Please mujhe chor dijiye…….ummmmmm.plllllzzzzzzz.maine uske hoth ko kiss karte hue uski panty ko aahista se utara. Ohhhh ohhhhh ho. Turning to me he spoke ‘top off slag, get them tits out’Fingers shaking I undid my top. Taking it off, as they all watched, hearing them commenting ‘look at the slag’s fucking big tits!’ ‘mmmmmm big fuckers aren’t they’ as I stood in front of them in my bra so ashamed but so horny!I felt Ron behind me reaching round and pulling my bra cups down to whistles from his friends. My full young tits bouncing out of my bra, hanging out on full view to this group of older men as Ron whispered in my. The squat-faced, short, fit, but wide man was a little narrower because of the girdle under the short, black silk dress with the little white and frilly tea apron with lace frill around the ends of the little black puffy sleeves, scoop neckline and choker. As for his banty-legs, they emphasized their muscles; but at least they had been shaved recently. Though, his chest hairs, hadn't."You're not wearing any petticoats!" his sister noted."No one wears petticoats any more." Around here, we do. We. Jerry and Matt had become friends at university, where they'd both studied law. Now they worked for the same firm, S & J Legal. Matt pulled up outside Jerry's house and tooted his horn. His friend appeared a few seconds later. He climbed in to the passenger seat and Matt set off.'Where are we going again? And what exactly have you talked me into doing?' Jerry asked.'I didn't talk you into anything. You volunteered. It's not my fault you were too drunk to remember.''Whatever. Just tell me so I.