..I would stall all night, if I could...maybe she just wants a friend to talk to? But, no. She told me she wanted me to undress her. I obliged. I was ... skinny guy, definitely not a jock, more like a nerd. I could've used her clothes as blankets. Her tits her huge, she said 48F, at the time I had no idea there was bigger than D, or DD. There were two sets of tits underneath those...where a usual belly would be. Her thighs were massive, almost the size of my hips. I wore 30/30 jeans, and she. Im Samantha by the way. Im Chris. How old are you, she asked. Im twenty-two. How old are you? Im nineteen. You want a drink? Sure, but arent you a little young to… Samantha got up and walked to the back corner of the basement where the wine was kept. She picked up a bottle and carried it back to him. Its on me, she said. Thanks. Chris sat there with the bottle. He thought this girl was too nice. He thought she was pretty too. Samantha had to be about 56 and 140 pounds, green eyes from what. “Are you sure about this?” he asked, a gesture he hoped would further add to his innocence.“Yes, don’t worry,” she answered.For the next few minutes both Vishal ‘s and Neelam ‘s attention returned to the screen where the blonde’s husband, having been stripped down to his underpants, now started to tease his young wife by caressing her ample boobs over her summery top. Vishal watched intently as he imagined it was not the blonde but Neelam on screen, and instead of the husband, it was he who was. They were like two small, captive animals striving to thrust their noses into the light. In her excitement, she could no longer resist pulling up her nightclothes and she felt a sudden frisson of delight as her fingertips found her nipples that were once more erect and so hard. As she fondled herself, the tingle of pleasure she had felt earlier in the cinema sparked again at the top of her thighs. Her private place felt almost incandescent and swollen. It seemed to be pushing her legs apart.