R : tum isse kaise mile,Me : (Maine use saari kahani bata di).R : Haan mujhe parul ne sab bata diya hai. Kaise mile, kal kya hua. Bohot stamina hai tu...hare andar. 5-5 baar… Hmmmmm manna padega….Me : Kyun jalan ho rahi hai kya? Tumhara koi BF hai kya?R : Hai to but hamari baat yahan tak nahin pohochi hai abhi tak. Wo to kiss tak nahin karta.Me : To kaho to main kar dun. Hmmmmmm…..R : Bohot shararti ho tum. ek se kaam nahin chalta kya tumhara?Me : Ek nahin 2. Ek Parul aur dusri meri Wife.R : haan. It was Raven, dressed as usual in a long skirt, this time pink, with a tight white top. The sun was behind her and through the thin fabric I could make up her long legs and rounded hips.“Sure. What do you need?”She tussled my hair. “I need to borrow your face, for homework.”I laughed. “I hope you won’t cut it off.”“No, all I need for you to do is sit still while I put on makeup and fix your hair.”I got up and dried my hands on my overall. “I don’t know about the makeup, Raven.”“C’mon, no one. Sissy recognised the provocative posture then tried to correct it by leaning lightly forward and hunching her shoulders. She promptly started to lose her balance again and only some deft quick mincing steps corrected her impending tumble. Tears came to her eyes as she resumed the only stable upright position available to her. A stance that pushed her boobs outwards and upwards as her posture screamed, 'Grope my tits!'The tears increased as Sissy studied the 'Barbie Doll, caricature in the. She was certainly an expert on that and it was just one of her many attributes she had to offer. Dave was now at my anus and his tongue was now giving me another sensual and wonderful first and I was squirming with pleasure as they both worked on me. I was getting wetter and wetter and Suzanne just sucked all my juices into her mouth as all I could do was moan and groan as two of my guests brought me to a final climax......................Peter.....................It had been several days since.