I loved wearing them bare underneath. My pussy was pretty, nice and plump and pink, I wanted guys to see it. I had my mirrors set up so I could see ho... I looked from the back and I often went to the mall in a short skirt that showed glimpses of my pussy lips from behind, just peeking out as I walked. I got it perfect. I wanted my pussy to be seen and admired and desired.And my bikini, oh, I had several but my favorite, my newest, a tiny string bikini, just barely covered my nipples and, now, of. The two pressed their breasts against me, intertwining theirarms as they surrounded and held me, touching my cock when it wasrevealed each time I moved outward, kissing my neck, pinching mynipples and stroking my belly as I fucked the girl, whosecontractions now became more powerful as I became more aroused.When I moved in, her vagina would pull at my penis with a rollingsuction from the base to the head. I was on my knees now, andone of the two was holding my testicles and pressing. A sneaky peek into Chris’s room when he had gone out one day andforgotten to lock it revealed that it was bigger than Rick’s room anddecorated in vivid colours with some striking modern art prints on thewalls.He and Chris had clicked right away. Chris's last flatmate had left in ahurry, something to do with a late-night visit from the police, and hehad been keen to find someone quickly. Chris was a couple of yearsolder, small, flamboyant and with a wicked sense of humour. His blondhair was. I need eleven hundred dollars and I need it now.’ ‘What the fuck Nicholas? Is this some sort of sick joke? Are you high?’ He could hear his mom in the background, asking what the problem was. ‘No. I need you to trust me dad. Please… you could save somebody’s life.’ There was no response. ‘Please dad, you know me,’ he begged, ‘I haven’t done anything wrong. It is for someone else. You could save their life.’ There was still no response. He decided to play the only card he had. ‘Please don’t.