?M – han ye purse kahin atak gaya h..(and main apni jagah se hili nai…vo mere peeche aaya and purse niklane ki jhuthi koshish karne laga..)H – l...gta h achi tarah atak gaya hai…Fir vo apna lund meri ass p touch karane laga and main excited hone lagi… usne halke halke dhakke marne shuru kar diye and maine bhi aankhein bandh kar li thi….fir usne ek dam se mere boobs daba diye..to maine aankh kholi but kuch nai bola..Usne iss moke ka fayda uthate hue mere boobs dabane shuru kar diye..vo itni zor se. ” I said I couldn’t go in the changing room with her. I was a little timid as I thought the sales lady might notice my age and object. Angela feigned a perturbed look and frowned at me. Angela grabbed my hand and pulled me to the changing rooms. The sales lady looked about thirty-five and Angela looked her right in the eye and said, “I need my boyfriend’s advice.” And with that simple declaration she pulled me inside. The sales lady did not even bat an eye. Inside the changing room Angela. “Where ya headed?” he asked. His curiosity had gotten him into trouble on more than one occasion, but this woman did things to him. He wanted to see what she looked like.“A bit further.” Her tone didn’t invite conversation.“I’ll ride with you for a piece. Mine is just over that hill.”She stiffened in her saddle, making her horse jig sideways. He caught a glimpse of her stubborn chin as she glared at him from under her hat.“Damnation! Blast it all to hell!” She hissed at her horse and bent low. "What the fuck," I muttered to myself. And there they were, in the living room, Shana, the woman who lived next door with her husband, sprawled crookedly on the sofa, and Nicka, with her head and one hand buried between Shana's legs. Both were naked. "WHAT THE FUCK?!" I exclaimed.Both women jumped to their feet and grabbed articles of clothing to try to cover themselves; even Nicka did that. Shana held a tee shirt over her boobs that didn't go much past her belly button down below. I was.