His torso was clad in a grey shirt, the sleeves of which were rolled up, revealing the rippling muscles of his forearms. My heart sped a little as I t...ok in the black jeans, clinging to his thighs. “I need to lock up the shop, could you…would you…help me?” I meant it to be much smoother, and in my head it was. Something about him seemed to inhibit my ability to think straight. “Sure, no problem.” I was shocked he had even agreed and was still in a sort of daze as we went over to the front. On that shop there was written Sangeet Tailors. I understood that this is a tailor and the other man is also his helper or his mate or his friend.The man who stopped my way was an average looking guy, thin with height of 5.6″, blackish and with not so clean cloths. His mate looked smarter than him he was about 5.9″ good athletic body, clean saved and whiteash in colour.I was nervous and surprised by his talks. I did not answered him for a movement and then he caught my hand and pulled me. “What should we do about all of this then,” Justine said as she stood upright, feet apart and hands now on her hips.She was naked from the waist up. Her chest and stomach was perfectly taut and tan with her quarter-sized aureoles taunting me. Justine was wearing a pair of Jenn’s black boyshort panties with white polka dots that perfectly outlined her shapely hips and toned thighs. Below them was just a few inches of tan thigh was exposed as the rest of her legs were encased in black. Then I saw that his cum had become Joy, who was glaring at me and told me I was a dirty old man who was good for nothing. Her blonde hair grew shorter by degrees and then I saw that I was staring at her mother Joan - who was glaring at me and slapping me, asking me to stay away from her daughters. She threatened to report me to the police. That woke me up. I was breathing as though I almost needed a respirator - so I calmed myself down by thinking of a baby tripping over a sleeping kitten until.