Fer humne kuch khelne ka plan bnaya hum khelne lge truth and dareDidi: btao truth ya dare Me : dareDidi : apni shirt utaro or dance for meMe : ok ( ha...te hua)M dance karne lga.Me: ab ap btao dare or truthDidi: tum dare kar sakte ho to m bhi kar sakti hu dare.Me: sochlo didiDidi: dare baby (haste hue)Me: do ple dance for me and I m the poleDidi: shit ok ab m piche nhi hat sakti hu.M khda ho gya meri hight 5″10 thi tab or wo muje pakad k dance karne lgi I was shocked k unhone bra nhi phni hui jab. A few more minutes went by, and he said, well you better make your move, before i show you up.I said, “how about a little challenge? I bet i can get her to give me her panties in say… the next fifteen minutes.” He laughed, and said, “you’re on.” So, i ordered a drink for cindi and myself, and walked over to her table. I walked up, handed her the drink and sat down across from her. We made a little chit chat to make it look real, and then i told cindi about the bet. Her face went a bit slack,. The Rear Admiral looked forward to a classic battle with a chance of making a name for himself and the Fleet lined up in columns, noticing that the Rebels were also lining up using the same old tactics. My role in the destroyer was not to line up with the seven- to eleven-hull battleships and cruisers, we wouldn’t last long slogging it out that way. We were to harry the Rebel fleet for any weaknesses or build up of any extra strike force that could threaten our line and report our findings back. Her puffy pink lips were at last exposed to me, though Jess had other plans. She sat forward and grabbed my hair, pulling me into a kiss. My hands found her breasts and groped them roughly, to Jess’ contented murmurings. I massaged and kneaded them both until I forced my lips away from her mouth and latched onto her breasts. Jess kept her grip on my hair. She moaned happily, her head falling back, as my tongue met her nipple rapidly. My hands pushed her flat on her back and grasped her breasts.