God, this girl…this young woman, he thought….she is sexier then I ever imagined.She stood there before him, looking herself over in the mirror, an... asked him a question. “So, what do you think is my…sexiest feature? My boobs,” which she didn’t think was but thought he would say.“No, to be honest…your sexiest feature is actually…how do I say this? Your thighs. I mean when you wear a skirt, like this” and he put his hands on each side of it “when I see you in something like this Kelly…it drives. Meri sister ke baare me kya batau dikhne me ek dum foreigner ki tarah lagti thi uska rang ek dum saaf face pe ek bhi daag ni, figure to itna kamaal ka tha ki hath lagaate hi banda jhad jaye uski height kuch 5’6″ thi aur figure 34 26 38 tha uski gaand itni kamaal ki thi ki jab jeans pehnti thi to uski choot saaf hilti hui dikhti thi, uske lips bilkul laal the aur boobs to jaise bas chooste rehne ke liye bane the, banda usko ek baar bed pe daal le to bas sex krta jaye karta jaye aur rukne ka naam. I'm Iris Periwinkle, mid-thirties, no Prince Charming for me. Not because I'm picky, because I'm a lesbian. After showering, I put on my still-clean-from-last-week bar clothes; gray cotton leggings, Kentucky Wildcat pullover, blue Nike sneakers along with black push-em-up, push-em-up, way-up bra, and matching bikini panties in case I get lucky ( guffaw... I make myself laugh sometimes.)Walking into the noisy Stagger Inn, a honky-tonk bar full of honkeys, no one greeted me with cheers a la. " she moaned.She titled her head back. Her eyes were closed. I dropped my free hand down to pull up my shirt over my head. I tossed my shirt on her bra next to the plant. I kicked off my sandals. I unbuckled my long black belt. I then dropped my cargo shorts around my ankles. She heard my belt hit the carpet. Her head tilted back up. She looked down to see me in just my white boxer briefs. My cock was straining against the thin white material. The purple head of my cock could be seen under the.