Reema bhi palat kar mere se chipak gayee boli sararati kahi ke itana der laga diya. Ye karane me to main bola kahi tu bura na man jau. Reeam boli aag ...agate ho aur bujhane par main bura manugi kya aisa hoga. Aur reema mera kapade nikalane lagi mera paint shirt nikala aur jab ander wear nikal mere land ki size dekhkar ekdam khush ho gayee.aur main uski dono chunchiyo ko dhire dhre masalane laga usaka jab gulabi nipple dabaya to reema ekdam anandit ho gayee. Aur land ko apane hath se sahalane. They just make you look ... ummm ... they're so ... Christ, I mean you're..."He was fumbling; something Summer often made him do."You are so sweet, you know that?" she smiled, leaning back just to look at him.Dave took her little tank top and held it above her head. She raised her arms, letting him slip the wispy thing back over her body. When she was semi-covered again, he lifted her by her hips, holding her high in the air. She squealed in delight as she gazed down at his joyous face,. “Cindy! I can see your pussy clear as day!” Stacy said.“Perfect!” replied Cindy smiling.Dressed in their new outfits, the two young girls descended the stairs and called out to Mr. Wilson.“We’re ready, Chuck!” Stacy said as they walked into the living room.Chuck gave a long, shrill wolf-whistle. “You girls look great!”Cindy and Stacy did a little twirl and showed off their sexy outfits.“Hey, girls, mind if I get a picture?” he asked, picking up a strategically placed camera.“Well, I don’t….”. By any man’s standards she’s beautiful, but she’s high maintenance too. I ought to know about the maintenance; I’ve been footing the bill for all her surgeries, and trips to the beauty shops ever since she married and then later divorced me. Believe me I’m not complaining, not really, not at all. You’ll never hear me complain, not in the least. I mean that. Hell I don’t have any money anyway.There she sits, the ungrateful scamp; she’s is all decked out in a $2,000.00 designer dress she’ll wear.