The desiresshe had during the two years in Africa melted under her little food, her hadwork and her constant prayers. The temptations at the dig were ...he strongestshe had ever felt. The men, naturally, worked without shirts, as the temperatures were in their40s Celsius. She watched them as the muscles of the Black natives moved underneaththeir skin, their flat tummies strained as they hauled rocks. She noticed howthick their thighs were. Everywhere she looked there was flesh. Sweat, of. A look of disappointment came over her face, "come sit down and talk to your aunt for a little while".We sat for a while just keeping conversation, other family members came and went. The entire time I struggled not to continuously look at my aunt Julie's full chest that was exploding from her skimpy dress. At one point during our conversation she briefly uncrossed her legs, and I quickly glanced noticing her pure white lace panties. Why would she wear these to this family party I thought, is. We moved to the bedroom and started to undress when his two friends knocked at the door. He met them at the door in his underwear and let them in. Then he called me out. I said, wait a sec. He said no, you don't need to get dressed, come out now. Well I'm not shy, plus a little high, so what the hell. I walked out with the only things I hadn't taken off, which was my stockings and panties. My tits were out for all to enjoy. Everyone was very pleased, and excited. His friends had already been. " Yeah," Allie says, "I wanna see how they look too. I'll be right back."While Allie's in the bedroom changing, Jill and Rosy hug and kiss each other, momentarily going back to the space they were in before Allie got home. In a few minutes, Allie comes back into the living room with a big smile on her face.She's got her jeans on with her belt, and is wearing one of her blouses tucked in. She even put on a bra with her c-cup breast forms in the cups."How do I look?" she asks."Look at you!" Rosy.