You are one hotsexy bitch Suzanne she thought to herself. No wonder the guys buy youdrinks and want to fuck you! The big tits help too she thought as ...heran har hands over her breasts, men love women with big tits! She was soglad she wasn't like her sister who got married and had 3 kids! Herboobs had gotten small and looked like crap. Not to mention stuckfucking the same cock day after day, week after week, year after year.How boring! It was so much better with different cocks, sometimes. Je me retournais toute la nuit dans mon lit, j'?tais terriblementangoiss?. A quoi est-ce que je jouais. A quoi est-ce que Elise jouait?Etre Charlotte avec Emilie, c'?tait un jeu, entre nous, une sorte deconvention, de petit secret. Mais c'est parce que j'?tais son amoureux,et elle mon amoureuse. Mais rien de plus.Le lendemain, Elise m'habilla avant d'arriver avec des affaires sortiesje ne sais d'o?. J'avais une robe d'?t? blanche et bleue ? carreau assezcourte, mes chaussures ? mini-talons.. But before I had even started cleaning myself, a new nagging feelingcrept into my mind. This time, it had to do with my legs. It was thesame as it had been with the bowl of cereal; they just felt wrong when Ilooked at them. I knew again that the witch was responsible for thisfeeling, but again, there was nothing I could do about it. I washed myhair, and as I did, the mental itch grew stronger. I rinsed the shampooout, then started soaping up. My unease grew with every passing second.By. I smiled back and traced my tongue on his lips. We felt like a real couple, although we both knew we had only horniness and lust for each other. We both knew we meant nothing to each other sexually; we both knew we could do all our experimentation with each other and the other wouldn’t care. We were the perfect friends with benefits!Anjan’s lips pouted out for a kiss as I traced my tongue on them; he expected a kiss back and even closed his eyes. Not getting the desired kiss, Anjan opened his.