Uske baad m uske gale pe kiss krne lga wo bhttt jaada hot ho gai thi uski panty puri geeli ho chuki thi wo boli jaan ab brdaash ni hota jo krna h jldi...kro maine uski saare utaar di ab wo sirf peticoad blouse mai thi mai uske gale pe kiss kr raha tha tb tk usne meri shirt khol di or pent bi utaar di fir maine use kaha bina haath use kie kapde utaarne h maine apne muhh se uska blouse khol dia or fir apne muhh se uska peticoat bi utaar dia ab wo sirf bra or panty mai thi usne apne muhh se meri. I crept closer and saw that it was a magazine of sexy pictures much like Coach had been looking at the other day. As I looked over my dad’s shoulder from a distance I could see that there were pictures of men doing things to women, women doing things to men, and men and women doing things to members of their own sex.My little penis began to harden and stick up out of my pajama bottoms, and when my dad turned the page of the magazine I could see that his pajamas were down around his feet and his. Luckily for me, she has some photos of the evening and she looked stunning - she is a pretty, white, petite 5’ 4” size 8 brunette, but twenty-five years ago she was an even slimmer size six with a washboard, six-pack stomach, cute little A cup titties with hard nipples and a fantastic small but shapely arse. She also looked younger than twenty and could easily have passed for sixteen or seventeen.She wasn’t particularly sexually experienced, she had only ever slept with one guy, her long-term. Kay and i regularly flirted with each other when we went out for a drink but nothing more ever happened, much to my disappointment!As the weekend arrived, alison prepared herself for kay's visit by buying a new black basque and black hold up stockings. Through their chats alison had already told kay that i wanted to watch them, and kay had agreed that was ok, she knew more than anybody what our sex-life was like, and she had no problem with me watching them. As saturday night arrived i sat.