A couple guys are like, they'll help me out, in case this t-girl Chrissy doesn't show up but Martin's like, no save that for me! & then they all giggl...d like girls! lol then about a hour later this Chrissy comes in. omg she's like 6 feet tall & drop dead gorgeous! long black hair, all made up, a little mini skirt & a tight top with these big-ass melons! Martin's like, there ya go but I didn't know what to say so I just kinda walked around lookin like a goof for a while lol then Chrissy. I lost track of time, quarter to eleven, damn! The metro closes at half past eleven, and I've got a long way to walk yet, I get dressed and grab my backpack, quickly walk through the lobby of the hotel where I work, screaming a quick goodbye to the receptionist on turn. I check my phone, eleven o'clock. Shit! After almost coming to a sprint, I make it on time. It'll probably be the last train of the night, and I'll probably won't be able to take the next combination, then I'll have to take a. The sight of Aunt Janet’s substantial boobs squished together disturbed me. I was unsettled, conflicted by the urge to bury my head between her tits and the real possibility of a slap to the face for doing it. It was a vague and distant sense, yet the insistent feeling I had, other than surging lust and desire, was that the whole situation was most definitely wrong. The tiny voice was a long way away at the back of my mind. Muted and easy to ignore, what it told me was this was wrong in a. I moved closer, Kate moving back into me a little as I held her. She turned towards me and kissed me deeply, her tongue in my mouth. Simon kissed her back and played with her boobs as we kissed, unclasping her bra, letting her boobs falls free. My head was spinning, I was feeling sick. I told Kate to stop and I slowly made my way off the bed. “Are you ok darling?” I heard her ask. “I am fine, I just need some water”. I walked into the bathroom and washed my face with cold water, holding onto.