It’s a little dress that makes my DD breasts seem like DDD’s, and lands graciously below my plump ass, and in the front it is split on either side...of my pussy to show my hips but not my upper thighs nor does it reveal my vagina. It’s spaghetti strap that goes about halfway down my back and barely covers my tits. Anyway, I’m home in my little outfit, doing the dishes when my husband comes home. I can tell he likes what he sees, because I noticed an instant bulge in his pants. Seeing the bulge I. ) At that time I was working in Mumbai. Let me narrate about Dipti. She is 22 and studying engineering in Pune. Her stats are 34-29-35 very fair like milk. She has pink nipples on her big 34 c milky boobs. Those nipples look like cherry on vanilla ice-cream bowl. About me, I am 5’9” ht with 68 kg wt and have average body but having a 7” long and very thick dick.One day I was chatting on yahoo and found a gal’s id in chat room and did pm to that id. We just started chatting for sometimes and. They lived about 250 miles away so on the day we were to meet I left early for the drive. I got there, and obviously it was a bit awkward , but they were very nice and after a while I felt comfortable. Bob was 6 years old by now, and after a divorce he married Laura, who was 22 years younger than him. That made her sort of my stepmom, while being a year younger than me. I left and we remained on contact, and there were more visits till I moved much further away. We still remained in contact by. They had me down and wuz beatin' on me with clubs and kickin' me. Suddenly, I heard pistol shots, an' they took off. Did ya cotch any?" Yep, yer friend Jed, here, got four of 'em, but the other two got away. One of 'em is gut-shot, an' he ain't gonna live. Jim's talkin' ta him right now, trying ta find out who hired 'em. Jim's pretty good, he might git some useful information afore the galoot dies. We called a priest fer him, but he ain't here yet. There's three others wounded, but I don't know.