"Well? Who are you? That uniform belongs to mycaf?. What are you doing wearing it? And where is Louise?" He was aninch taller than me, good looking, b...t in an obviously gay way, withwell cut short hair, a sun bed tan, well manicured finger nails, wearinga pair of tight blue jeans and a crisp white t-shirt. I recalled Emmamentioning that his name was Rafe, probably short for Rafael."I... I..." in fumbling for words I tried to pitch my voice softer, likewomen do. Thankfully I've always been good. She didn't say a word, but kissed me on the cheek as she went to bed. I couldn't believe it so the next day, I checked her hamper and sure enough, there was a huge cum stain on the last pair of panties she wore. I was so excited I used them to jack my dick and came on them again. I made sure they made it into the next load of laundry so we wouldn't get caught. This went on for a while, and I even noticed she was choosing longer movies even ones we'd seen before so we'd have enough time to. “Oh my goodness, they are real!” Mike exclaimed, eyes widening.“I mean of course they are?” I asked him.“Damn, I just lost a bet,” he announced. I froze. It hadn’t occurred that people would be betting on whether my breasts were real or not. Just as I was about to ask more questions, Mike thanked me and ran out the door, tossing $50 inside before he slammed it behind him.I had no opinion of what had just happened apart from a sense of discomfort and confusion. He had made no indication of. Mai ungli kr hi rha tha k unhone mera sar jor se dabaya apne choot ki taraf. Mai fr unka choot chaatne lga ar fr toungue work krne lga. Wo andar se bht garam thi. Uke choot k andar maano jaise aag jal rhi thi.Fr wo boli ab nhi tarpaao, ab daal do. Fr mere se v rha nhi gya, mai utha, fr se smooch kiya, tb tk wo mera lund pakar k hillane lgi ar apne choot k dwaar pe rkh di. Bas fr kya tha, maine 1 dhakka lgaya ar mera pappu aunty k ghosle me. Andar itna garam tha k mjhe bht jyada mazaa aane lga..