I moved my hand down a bit, and felt her bra under her dress. She didn't protest. We broke the kiss, and Sara said, "Do you like my breasts?" I swallo...ed hard, and said, "Yeah," in a strained voice. "Would you like to see them?" "Yeah!," I said.Sara sat up on the sofa, and unbuttoned her dress down to the waist. Under it, she was wearing a bra of aqua lace. It was sheer, and I could see the shadow of the dark circles of her areola and nipples through it."Would you like to touch them, Billy?,". . so we will agree to get married some time, and I hope your parents will want to come then. You can ring Bernie and tell her if you like, but knowing my little sister she’ll want to be on the next train down ... mind you, that might not be such a bad idea, you’re going to need lots of new clothes and shopping’s something that she’s really good at. I think it might be an idea to let her tell Ma about you, too ... just tell Bernie what you told me and she’ll find a way to tell Ma in her own. Uh, that is Ralph, then I read the rest, "for 30 seconds". SO in the spirit of the game I ease up out of my chair with my still erect cock pointing the way and make my way over to Ralph. As I reach out to touch Ralph my wife starts this whoopin and saying"Suck it big boy, I know you want to" Everyone laughs and I bend over, take him into my mouth, Ralph aint laughing now, he is rock hard and I ease into my mouth the first cock I ever tasted. Hmm, just like T said about mine, the head is. We were both bored with our dates, whom we’d gone with more out of laziness and resignation than any great affection, and more than a little drunk from covert swallows from hidden flasks. Brianna was about 5’3 if I had to guess, pale like most in the Pacific Northwest, with dramatic curves that looked like a Greek god’s and a pair of luscious milky white tits that men loved to stare at if she wore anything remotely low-cut. That night she had chosen a rich purple gown with a deep neck to draw.