“I have no idea what to do, or say ... or even if I have a type. All that I do know is that I freeze up whenever I wanna flirt back. In the past whe... I’ve tried I sounded like an idiot. So I just ignore it and change the subject.”“Dude!” Dillon was gobsmacked. “All you have to do is nod,” he joked, attempting to lighten the mood. “So you think cat girl is cute?”“I guess. Or maybe I’m just ready to give being an actual teenager a go,” he admitted.“That’s great bro!” Dillon praised, patting. He didn’t seem surprised, nor did he move his hand. He joined in, their fingers sliding around each other as together they rubbed my pussy, stroking and pinching my clit. I slid down in the chair, so fucking turned on I couldn’t join the strangely funny conversation the two were sharing. It was as if two business partners were simply chatting and laughing with no one the wiser that both their hands were all up my skirt and about to make me orgasm in front of the whole room. My husband knows me. I knew he was gonna undress me. I wanted to undress him as well but he was pulling up my dress so violently that I could not get hold of his buttons. After a while, he took my dress off my head. I was wearing only a panty and a bra below it.After that, he was looking at my body like he had seen the next world wonder. He said,“Oh, my…look at those tits…” He said as he took my bra off, grabbed each of them in each of his hands from their sides and repeatedly squeezed them and left them, moved. . Mere se raha nhi ja raha tha but mene socha time he aram se karenge…Mene fir uski stomach me dhere se gud gudi karne ki.. To wo jaise niche hue uske dono aam bade bade aam mere face me se dab gaye aur mera face usme ghusa ja raha tha… Wo excited ho gayi aur me bhi.. Mene dhere se dard hue poocha.. Baby doodu piyu… God wo moment usne kaha han.. Bus to fir kya tha.. Mene niche se uski shirt ke buttons kholna chalu kiya 3 button khole beech ke aur uski white bra samne mere.. Me ander hath dala….