Of course it didn't hurt that I would wear pants and skirts that were just too tight or short, and that my shirts were always bought from the k**s sec...ion. Normally I had to cut a line down the neck of the shirt to make a little (or very big actually) V-neck so my boobies had room. When my parents weren't home I would let boys that I liked come in to play. I always enjoyed someone going down on my tight little pussy, and then I would let them fill me with their large cocks (only if they were. Only something was different. She had removed her stockings while in the bathroom. Her legs were not as far apart as before, so I could not see much passed her knees this time. I had to piss, so I went into the bathroom. As I was pissing, my eyes caught a glimpse of her stockings laying on the floor next to the tub. Not only her stockings but her garter belt, stockings still fastened to it, and her panties! My heart was leaping in my chest as I realized, that she must have taken it all off to. Akhir kar hum dono mumbai pahunch gaye .mera flat kafi door tha es liye jaate waqt kafi takhlif hui, pure safarmein maine uske puri body ko choo liya tha aur jana bhi tha ke woh virgin hai . Jate waqt hi maine use samjha diya tha ke che mahinonke liye sirf hum dono hi sath mein hain es liye koi bhi pareshani ho mujhe batana.maineuse puri tarah samjha diaya tha ke woh mujhse aur bhi khul ke baat karne lagi, yahan tak ke usne bataya ke use thong pehenani hai lekin uski maa use avoid karti hai ,. My wife stood up, moving directly between me and my boss. Her eyes locked on mine. The latex mask hid too much for me to read her expression. She held my gaze while slipping her thumbs under the dainty thong and pushing down. She bent only at her waist, stopping when she could not go further without breaking our eye contact, and dropped the thong around her ankles. My wife stepped out and kicked her thong to me. Then she got down on her hands and knees, looked over her shoulder and beckoned.