Men love women’s bosoms. Man loves women’s bodies. You know that, right?” “I guess so” Libby said. “So let’s do this, alright?” Ada s...id. Libby agreed as she blushed and Ada told her she had to be sure she wanted it. Libby thought about it for only a moment. His hands on her body, his hands on her bosoms, his hands else where had Libby agreeing in no time flat. The two women, giggled, and before they knew it they headed to the porch to get Angus. “Angus, can you come in here please?” Angus. This went on for some time and I used to stare at her and even brush her ass and chest at time when I am crossing her without any fear.As they say “Luck favors the brave”, IT happened so that on Saturday morning my parents had to visit my native as my dad’s brother had met with an accident and was in ICU, In a hurry my parents had forgotten to drop the key at geeta aunty’s place, I reached home and went to aunty’s house to ask for the key, her husband was there, he called me inside and. She hated those tank hulks; they were ugly, ominous looking monsters- like the targets in a video game. Mary was sweating heavily now; her flight suit quickly becoming saturated with her sweat and molding itself to her very feminine body, uncomfortably emphasizing her large breasts. Seeking some relief from the oppressive heat, she unthinkingly unzipped the front a little to get some ventilation, leaving the zipper resting between her breasts. The three men responded with obvious and growing. But her cunt had been so eager... and so disappointed for so long.But having a man who wasn't her husband make love to her was so wrong. And besides... Bob was married... and... She couldn't think. Everything was so complicated for her that she couldn't organize her thoughts. She lifted her head and looked at him to... to... She wanted him to move away from her. Her mind was a seething conflicting mass of ideas and concepts... thoughts that would not gell. Even as she looked into his eyes, his.