In fact, Lexie discretely squeezed his thick cock as she kissed him on the cheek."I know! Happy birthday!" she said, sitting down and beaming at him w...th her smile and her headlights. "Aren't they great? The clinic can do these boob jobs as outpatient stuff now."She turned to the side to offer him a profile of her newly minted boobs and every male eye in the room was on her; a few of the female eyes were likewise on her appreciatively.Neither she nor Mac had much use for non-sporting bras since. We alllooked at each other and agreed: “Why not!”All five of us girls started to strip naked. Paulettewas sitting on the bench, legs crossed. “Listen, honey”she said as she hooked a thumb under her sweat sock andstripped it off.“I’m with Monica.” She stood up and pulled hersweatshirt over her head. “And besides,” she continued,dropping her skirt. “I hate being sweaty.” She took offher bra. “And I hate being grungy,”. Bridget drifted towards the salesman whose nametag screamed, "Hi! I'm Bob!" May I help you, young lady?"As soon as Bridget turned to face Bob she noticed that he was staring at her tits. "I'm looking for a chair for my den." We have a nice selection of casual furniture. Follow me please."Bridget followed Bob to the back left corner of the store. When they got there Bob turned around, thrust out his hand and said, "I'm Bob Smithy." Hi Bob," cooed Bridget, "I'm Br - Bernice."She shook his clammy. If this was going to be my reward then I had no problem with it, but in saying that I was a little shocked when she gazed into my eyes and smiled. “Give me your hands” she gently instructed while lusciously licking her lips and I was in for an even greater shock when she deliberately placed them on her skirt so that I could feel just how soft her actual buttocks were. Having read many stories, in various magazines, about what to do next I began to urgently knead the softness. “Please,” she.