” We lay like that for a few minutes in silence, then without any prompting or warning, she tentatively took my hand in hers and slowly brought it...up to and cupped it around her breast. Without much thought or embarrassment I began to caress her breast and through the shear fabric of her nightie and felt her nipple become extremely hard and erect. After a few seconds, she reached down and brought the edge of her nightie up and under my hand so that I was now caressing her bare breast. As she. “Hmm,” she sighed. “This is turning into the most perfect Christmas.”We had a couple of hot mince pies each (one is never enough), a few nuts and glasses of Port (one is never enough), sitting gazing at the lights on the tree and those lighting the window decoration, and listening to Christmas Carols on the cassette tape deck of the music centre.Then we stood with our arms round each other, looking out of the window at the snow which was now falling more thickly than ever.[“Oh yes?” those from. "Squirt?" she asked, puzzled."Yeah, show them how you squirted when you cummed, that was hot." What you mean squirted?" again she had no idea what he was talking about."You know...when you shot all that juice out of your pussy when you just masturbated." he replied, a bit agitated.She shook her head "I didn't do anything." Well yes you did and I can prove it" he replied now sensing that she didn't know what she had done."Prove it? How?" the little slut asked dumbly."Remember I told you about. Even I had no very close friends in that college. I use to share everything with her. She also used to share every small thing. Slowly the sharing had gone a little personal. she used to be very free with me. She generally doesn’t wear duppatta over the salwar, while she is in the home. Sometimes I used to get a sweet sight of those enormous boobies and mind blowing cleavage, when she bends. I used to steal a lot of looks over her boobs while talking…etc. I used to be very free with her. After.