“So what was this bet?” I asked.“Well it’s three bets, actually,” he chuckled. I sipped my wine, and lit another cigarette, blowing smoke in...Ian’s direction.“Number one,” he looked at Martin, who was grinning like a five-year-old, “stockings or tights? Now I knew what they were upto. “How much is at stake?” I asked, “£10”“£10, that’s all you think I’m worth”.“Come on, stockings or tights?”I love the effect that stockings have on men, so I slowly raised the hem of my dress, stopping at the top. "Lynn smiled and said "No problem."She reached over and started unbuttoning Marcy's blouse. She carefully unbuttoned it, then she held the sides in her hands. The sides of her blouse was still closed.Lynn said "Now for a look at these tits, that you have flashed for me so many times."Marcy smiled at her, and put her hands on Lynn's, and together they opened the blouse.Lynn did not say anything, she just leaned forward and took Marcy's left nipple into her mouth. She sucked it softly, but. You feel yourself rising quickly to an orgasm as you breathing quickens. Just a little bit more, another minute you think to yourself. As you rub your firm ass up and down against my hardness the waitress from earlier returns. She is looking right at you smiling. You hope that she can't see you but she stares as if looking right into your eyes. As my fingers work your pussy harder and faster, my thumb stroking your hard clit you can't stop yourself. Your entire body shudders, trying to keep. It was awesome” Sujata said dreamily.Then Aarti asked the question Sujata was waiting for.“Don’t tell me your son Rohit also is fucking you?’ Aarti asked after slight hesitation.When Sujata nodded, Aarti screamed, rushed and sat beside Sujata and held her hand.“Wow. How, when? I thought it happened only in stories, I masturbated so many times reading such stories.” she asked enthusiastically.Sujata told her story and when she finished, Aarti exclaimed “ Ohh, don’t tell me the story “Sujata’s.