Jab main 11th pass kar kar 12thMe gaya toh college ke ladkiyo ne mujhe diwana kar diya naya naya josh tha mera ek dost tha jis ka naam toh main app ko...bata nahi sakta par use main banty keh kar bulata tha yeh naam main ne he rakha tha us ka toh hum school sath sath gaye phir college aur hum dono me ek baat common thi ke hamare me derring nahi thi kisi ladaki se baat karne ke…hum bus ladakiyo ko ghurate rahete aur kabhi kabhi comment pass kar dete….hum dono ek dam jigari dost the woh ghar ka. God, those tits. I’m a boob man, and always have been, but no man could walk past her and not drink in the sight of those perfect Ds. I do mean perfect, too. They’re that exact, average D that lets her buy bras from any maker and not worry about them fitting.Despite their size, they’re nice rounded teardrops. Until the first time I got my hands - and mouth - on them, I would have sworn they were surgically enhanced. They look so good, it’s hard to believe they’re real. Seeing may not be. . I wondered about that myth ... about how big they say it really is and..."How old are you," I asked."I'm 25" he said.He was three years younger than me..."So, do you have boyfriend?" he said again."Well ... yes I do" I answered him.We sat for minute, very quiet."I had better go and search for my little sister," I said."I will help you," he said politely.I was so impressed by his sweet offer to help me.We searched and searched around and could not find her. I was almost in tears, and he handed. Elise has a broad, knowing smile as Lord Michael gasps and exclaims, in his plummy English accent, “Good show, magnificent, absolutely fucking magnificent cock, good arse as well.”“Should I suck him ma’am?”“Not yet, now undress me Mary, slowly.”I watch intently as Mary undoes the buttons on her blouse, helps her off with it, then her skimpy expensive bra.“Thirty-six C,” Elise smiles as she holds my gaze while Mary carefully folds the bra and licks each of her nipples as they become erect. “Mary.