All started to make sounds like sssssss…Then I slowly started to press my boobs. All were getting erections and their hands started to move towards ...heir pants. I continued further without any stop. I started to show my cleavage by widening the neck opening in the top. I then bend down so that they can see my half boobs clearly. By this time all were fully on and I guess they were unable to control themselves. And now Ankit started to plead that please Ruchita let us fuck you. We are unable to. I try to get each Lady I am with to wear a slip, either hers if she has any or mine when we make love. I don't remove them and encourage her to keep that slip on even during intercourse. Other times, my cock may have it's way with a silky full or half slip wrapped around it, the more lace the better.But why slips ? When I was coming up in the late 60's/early 70's, My parents were best friends with a couple who lived out in the country basically at a crossroads with a few houses, a store and a. His first wife is still around somewhere ... Spokane, I think. When they talk about former wives, I’m sure the emphasis is on her. He’s married to someone even younger than me, now.” She sighed. “Oh, how I pity her.”“What did he do to you, Loretta?”“That was a memorably violent day in my life,” she answered, almost matter-of-factly. “And that’s saying a lot. With him, every day was violent. He has this guy working for him ... gardener, driver, sort of a jack-of-all-trades, I guess. But, mostly. .." Good enough for me, I thought. Fishingthe spare key out of her hiding place, I let myself into the house.The box with my things was sitting on top of the table in the livingroom. Well, at least she had been considerate enough to pack it for me.I walked around the house, wistful. Michelle and I really had a goodthing going for a while. All the pictures she had of me had been takendown and placed in the box. I walked into her bedroom and sat on thebed. I could still feel her and smell her in.