I heard stories of rationing and bombing, jazz clubs and the cinema, and it was clear to me just how much more social they used to be back then. There...was no TV or internet, so if they wanted human contact they actually went out and met people. How different we are now, wrapping ourselves in cotton wool to keep out the world. *** I dealt with as much paperwork as I could over the weekend and picked up dad on Monday morning, driving him to the club whilst he moaned incessantly about the terrible. Her work uniform looked good on her. Wow they are big I said asking if her bra wasn't a little small for her. maria smiled again saying that she liked to show off a bit of cleavage afterall she had paid good money for it. I did all I could to look collected as Maria continued to undress telling me this is what she normally does after she has seen me during the day, her ripe bubble butt was now on display as she bent over taking off her knickers. She now lay on her island unit and spread her. Though yours are and will always be better than hers. Well thank you Jason. You can touch them if you want to. Its not like I dont mind that you have always liked my boobs. Their Cs now. the expression on his face said it all. He was shit scared out of his mind at how I just was so forward with him. I could tell that he really wanted to but with Sara with us he was hesitant. Hey! Sara! she stopped looking back to us, he shirt half unbuttoned from the raging heat in this rock cave. She had some. My cock was bobbing about in front of me as I stood there in front of them, like it had a life of its own, absolutely rigid. And K was almost laughing, not in a nasty way, just because she was loving this whole weird situation."Come on," she urged me. "Get yourself off. Go on."So I did. I just started wanking while I watched K wanking J, imagining that it was me she had hold of. If I'd been a bit more confident, I might have tried to get her to hold both of us at the same time, suck both of us,.