When they were all clean, freshly made up and dressed in their versionof night clothing, Number Twos with high-heels, sexy knickers, sheerstockings an... suspenders, they went over to the caf? and Doris took herstation behind the counter to serve dinner. No one seemed to noticeJason's glacial demeanour towards Michele; they were all excitedlytalking about tomorrow night's party.After scran Michele surprised her three sister Wrens."I'm not going to the wets tonight, I'm not feeling well." Oh come. I went right to the mirror where I could see my breasts pushing insistently at the thin material of my overcoat and threatening to push my bra through and out into view. I licked my red lips in anticipation as I felt my nipples harden and my pussy begin to moisten, the sweet juices leaking into my tight little panties and wetting the filmy material. I closed my eyes and imagined Mark's strong, manly hands and talented tongue running all over my throbbing tits as his cock slid inside my very wet. Rupinder and I were good friends but never were intimate as we got after her lessons.Initially, I used to go to her house and teach her and I had no other intentions towards. It was her mom that always made me mad. Both of them always wore the salwar suits as they both are from traditional suits. Rupinder stats were decent like 32b 28 30 which I knew after I came to know more about her body. It was actually her mother I wanted to fuck, but due to traditional Sikh and Indian families, she. I tried to be nice and told her I would pass her information about the girls’ night out to Vicky. She flirted a little more, which made me uncomfortable and then left. When Vicky came home I wondered whether I should tell her about Jenny and the flirting. ‘Vicky, your friend Jenny came to see you. She wanted to know if you wanted to go out with the girls tonight.’ I held back telling her about the flirting. Also I didn’t want to tell her I wished she wouldn’t go out with these women. I was.