I’m so hard already. Aren’t you horny?”“I’m always horny!” I kept my mobile aside and winked at him. “So, from where do you wanna start,...brother? Your bitch is hungry!”He came closer to me and laid his hands on my breast. “Your small tities need some love, sis.”I was wearing a dark blue-collar night suit. It was shiny with a floral print. I had a red hairband and black cat-eye glasses, which I occasionally use. Harsh was wearing black trousers and a grey t-shirt.He grabbed my tits with both. It was a dark, clear night and the skyline glowed through the clear glass of the 20th floor apartment I found myself in.I was in a modern, open plan living room which took up a corner of the flat, giving me a clear 180 degree view across the city. I was so intent on the panorama in front of me I didn’t catch the reflected movement in the glass before he was upon me, wrapping his arms around my waist and nuzzling his lips against my bare neck. I bent my head, giving easier access and melted into. " They are not," Bernie exclaimed."Why do they call them that?" From what I've heard any girl that gets that kind of tattoo is announcing to the world that she's a slut." It's worse than I thought," said Mom. "I think I need a drink." He's just making that up, Mom. I know he is." I'm not making it up. Just google tramp stamps and you'll see that I'm right." Well, I've had my say," said Mom. "You're going to have to live with that for the rest of your life." She got up and walked out of the. I looked into my husband’s eyes and said, “2 down, 1 to go.” I could see the satisfaction in his eyes too. Now it was the turn of the third guy.As the third guy was seated and was getting ready to pounce on me like a wolf, I looked into his eyes and saw that lust and hunger to fuck me and fuck me wild. He slowly climbed onto the seat towards me in slow motion.He was taking his time. I felt he would fuck me much longer to his content than the 2 others by his movement and action. He came to the.