Chut kafi ubar rahi thi or chuchiya bhi tani hui thi…bhabhi ki transparent sare may se bra bhi bilkul dikh rahi thi.jaise hi bhabhi ne mujhe sofa pe... baithne ko kaha toh wo sofa ka kapda thik kernay ke liye jhuki toh unki pallu srak gayi sholder se or bhabhi ke boobs dikh rahe the unkay transparent blouse may se. Bhabhi ne mujhe cold drink serve kiya or boli ki tum ruku may ati hu maine pocha kaha ja rahi ho bhabhi toh boli jara mujhe darzi kay pass jana hai ne bola may tumhe bike per le jata. “Does the moderator take questions and dares?” Lila chimed.Missy shrugged her shoulders and said, “Sure, it will be fun.”“Who spins first?” I asked.“I will, since I’m moderating,” replied Missy. She leaned forward to get the bottle causing her shorts to reveal more of her white panties. My eyes played over her cotton covered mound. The bottle spun to a stop, pointing at Janie.“Woohooo, Janie,” cheered Billy, “I’m so excited.”Taking a card from the question pile Missy read, “What is the most. It’s not that I lie about my income or exaggerate about my last round of golf. I wish it was that easy to explain. It’s not, it’s far worse than that. I’m a professional liar. My father was a professional liar before me and I learned from the best. In 1974 we moved to Pittsburgh, PA. That’s where we spent a good portion of my teen years so in many ways, that’s home. Once again, my brother and I were thrust into a new school system and a new social environment where we would once again be. ”“Not really… my dad has lots of books on the subject,” she licked the shaft, timidly at first, with just the tip of her tongue, then wriggling the flat part all over him. “I borrowed a really good one the other day.” Kirk shivered with this new vibration, and she giggled at his reaction. “You liked that, huh?” She needlessly asked him, stroking him from root to tip. “I must see that book…” he glanced over at the bookcase. “Not down here, silly. He keeps those upstairs in his office.”“Tell me.