This was not a saree and she said she can’t wear it. Dad said don’t worry it just a normal dress and he needs just two or three pics.She said just...agreed for the saree and nothing else. Dad then told her that the agreement she signed shows any dress and she will have to do it. Otherwise, she and her family would be in trouble. Your mom looked at me and I said, “Don’t worry aunty.”She changed to that dress and it was a single piece of skirt kind of dress. When she came out the bra straps were. We began to bowl and Amber and Jen were on the opposing team. We would high five one another in a friendly gesture of sportsmanship.As the weeks went by, the three of us would greet with a quick hug while passing by. During mid season, we hugged a little more and a little tighter. By the end of the year they would both rub those perfect tits in my chest and kiss me on the cheek. I would get an instant hard on.The two girls did not bowl the summer league but I did. Whe the fall season started,. Maybe 10 between all 3 floors. But still a bit risky to continue with my thoughts. So now I had a choice to make. Stop the thoughts and sit back at the desk, hiding my problem or go to a place where I wouldn’t be interrupted. I walked into the men’s room. OMG, my imagination is going insane. You were in there waiting for me. Damn, this is impossible. You were wearing a short skirt and tight lacey top. My first thought was, “what the hell are you doing here?” My second thought, the one. Just as she crested, Bo grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her back. He grunted and growled, and when the hot moisture of his cum began filling her, she screamed and came hard all over his spurting cock. They collapsed together on the sleeping bag, both almost out of breath from their lovemaking. Myra ran her finger through her pussy, feeling the thick wetness of their union. Bo gathered her in his arms, holding her close and she sighed in contentment. Myra hoped they would make love.