"Bob. We're all going swimming. Gwen's going to wear one of my suits. Now don't you peek." Of course not," Bob said, smiling and unbuttoning his shirt... "I'll keep my eyes closed all the time."Gwen giggled as Sybil piloted her into the bedroom."I have a bikini that's a little small for me, Gwen. It should fit you all right." How bikini?" Gwen laughed, tossing her head."Does it matter among friends?" Sybil looked haughtily at Gwen."I suppose not," Gwen said, sitting on the edge of the bed and. She rested her thumb on my chin, and slowly pulled her fingers out. My tongue slithered between them as they exited, and when they were free of me, she sniffed them. Then she licked them. Then she sucked them, her brow knitting with needs she didn’t understand, her back arching to press her chest against mine. Our open lips connected, and Arbor snaked an exploratory tongue into my mouth. I slithered out to meet her, and between the timid press of our lips, with eyes staring into each other, I. I use to look at myself, naked, in the mirror and feel sad that not a single guy was able to have the pleasure of sucking my 36C, nice round, boobs. I wanted someone to kiss my shapely hips, dusky in complexion. I use to put a drop of water on my curves and it use to slide in an amazing manner. I know many people fantasize a woman like me. I might look like a south Indian but my figure stats of 36-26-36 were too hard to ignore.If I was an inch taller it would be perfect, but never mind 5’4”. I couldn’t quite work out what he mumbled; it was heavy laden with shallow breathing and deep groans, but I knew he was enjoying it. Not wanting to bring him to the edge quite yet, I brought my head from him, and kissed my way back up his body; holding his hands either side of him as I made my way up.“I’m so wet and it’s all your fault” I whispered, straddling his waist once more as I planted a short, but intense kiss upon his lips. Taking his hand from my thigh, I guided it up the side of my.