And running into the first"missing person" - my sister Clare.I think it was my sister.When I had last seen Clare, she was wearing no make-up and no je...elry.Her hair was a disheveled mess. She was wearing a grey "hoodie"sweatshirt, men's plaid pajama bottoms rolled-up to expose her unshavedcalves, and dirty slip-on sneakers. In other words, her usual outfit.That Friday morning, Clare, if she had been flat-chested, could havebeen on the cover of "Vogue." She was wearing a lovely, stylish,. "It looks like I don't have any boobs at all." You look fine Megan," Kim said. "Sexy lingerie is to make you feel good. It just doesn't matter what other people think."The other three girls agreed with Kim and encouraged her to buy some of the frilly underwear. Megan nodded her head and said she would. She removed the bra and dressed in her padded one."Your right Kim, that other one feels so much nicer."The girls returned to the racks of lingerie and Megan selected a dozen new matching outfits.. I started grinding back against her, making sure to hit my clit on each push. Our tits were smashed together and we were both panting heavily as we ground our pussies into each other harder and harder. She locked her fingers in mine and stared directly into my eyes as our breathing became more ragged. Almost on instinct we picked up speed humping each other until we were both moaning, almost as if we were unable to control our bodies anymore. Each hard thrust onto my clit made me move that much. I felt the warmth of your mouth on my head, and then slowly you took it all into your hungry mouth. Moving up and down, you darted your tongue along the lower face of my cock’s head, sending electric shocks of pleasure up my belly. I moaned, and instinctively gripped the back of your head, feeling your thick braids where they joined, gently guiding you up and down. I whispered to you “I want to taste your pussy”, and you stopped, licking the base of my cock one last time and making me thrust.