She blushed at my attentive gaze and asked playfully,Rithika: Have you never seen a girl undress before?Me: Yes, but not such a beautiful girl.(I’ve...previously had 3 girlfriends and had fucked them all till my hearts content. One of them might even make to a story if you guys want to hear more about her. If I get 5k likes I’ll consider writing her story.)I was especially staring at my aunt’s daughter’s panties contemplating whether her panties were wet or not? I mentally kicked myself when. I saw your advert in the local newspaper. Is that your real picture?” “Hi Rachel, yep that’s me. The weekend is free at the moment. What did you have in mind?” “Oh! It’s just a party, but is meant to be his and hers. The ‘hers’ is not a problem, but the ‘his’ might be. So, as a last resort, I hoped you could be my escort for the evening.” Robert took her details, discussed his fee of two hundred pounds for a six hour stint. The party was in Essex ,. No, it was very unlikely that his dad would recognise him likethis, especially in the candlelight--although he'd still take care. But if hesaw Clive, he might come over, and then look at Alex . . . at close rangehe'd be spotted. They'd have to get out as soon as they could.Then Alex had another thought: his father must be here with someone!As far as he knew, his father had not had a relationship with anyone forover a year, since his mother died. However, he did spend a lot of timeaway from. Tiny goose bumps dotted her smooth silky skin.Her fingers trembled. She tore at her shorts, shoving them down over her slim girlish hips. With her heart pounding, she stared at her lithe figure, silky blonde pussy mound, and small sensitive tits.She skimmed her small trembling hands over her flat tummy, combed her fingers through her light silky pussy hair.She turned to the bed, glancing back over her shoulder at her tight ass. She wiggled her hips and giggled. "Oh, shit, I wish Blazer would.