God this was such a turn on. I wanted to losethe next hands, so I could release my straining cock fromit’s confinement. Ellen lost the next hand...and removedher bra, but she didn’t cover up her tits.Bonnie looked at her tits and said, “How do you do it?After kids my tits got smaller, and drooped a little, butyours look great.”Ellen’s face got real red at Bonnie’s comment and said“Just keep your mind on the game and lets play.”Now the game was on.I. The man changed his action, and I felt his hands run up my breasts from my sides, cupping and lifting them and then gently squeezing them. He had taken hold of my breasts and he was starting to massage them. I realized in my folly that I had allowed him to carry on. He was now massaging my breasts, and I felt stupid inside for not trying to stop him, and now I felt it was going to be awkward to get him to stop.I shut my eyes and tried to zone it out, but I couldn't. His hands were doing what. Even before I offered her the white cotton napkin her hand was on my cock.“Umm,” she purred, “I see you like my dress.” All three of us laughed.Two superb courses were served, together with a crisp white followed by a full-bodied red wine for Karl and me. Almira never drank alcohol. I was never sure if that was from her Egyptian heritage or out of choice. She certainly didn't need a drink to get her in the mood. She seemed to be permanently horny.Early in the meal, I returned her favour and. Flach wie ein Brett. Apropos Brett. Das war mein Bauch auch, flach und fein gezeichnet von einem Waschbrett. Schule und Sport, das waren meine Hobbys, ja das war mein Leben. Noch tiefer sah ich die paar blonden Härchen auf meinem Venushügel, der übrigens um einiges weiter raus steht, als meine Brust. Und ganz unten zwei dünne Beine. Alles in allem eine 1,75m Athletik-Intelligenz-Bestie.Meine einzige und beste Freundin Mimi wollte mich heute unbedingt auf eine Party mitnehmen. Ich hasse Partys..