"Please don't look gorgeous, please don't look gorgeous" I chant in my mind, hoping I didn't have a third teen hoty to ogle over. "Oh my! Have mercy!"... I moan in my mind at the sight of her. Did I just lick my lips? I wish I could wrap my lips around those amazingly perky breasts as Jill ran out of the house towards us. This one is definitely NOT wearing a bra. Since when did girls so young start wearing tub tops? It's just not fair! At least she's wearing a knee length dress. I don't think I. Well the day arrived. I spent the morning at the hairdresser having a really girly perm done. I was bathed in lots of baby oil making sure every last hair on my body was gone. Sally dried me off and rubbed moisturiser all over me then plenty of powder. She sprayed on so much perfume I thought I was in a spray bay. I pulled on a pair of white shiny stockings which I clipped to a lovely white lacy garter belt. Then some sheer white organza panties which were rather special – Sally had sewn a. Chicken please, is what I actually stuttered. It was now or never. I had to strike up a conversation with her to get Andrea . Just hearing her sexy voice would fill my spank bank fantasies for weeks to come.As she sat the chicken tray down on my table I decided to make my move. Ooh, looks just like the chicken they serve in the Air force, is what I reluctantly spat out. I couldn't help but think to myself that I sounded like a complete idiot. Looks just like chicken? That was the best line I. Sir ne meri shirt ke button khole aur meri bra ka hook bhi khol diya. Mere boobs ab bilkul azaad the. Aur sir unhe masal rahe the. Kaafi der tak mai sir ke lund ko choosti rahi aur phir unhone mere munh ke undar hi cum kar diya. Main woh saara pii gayi. Sir ne mujhe jhatke se zameen par litaya aur mere sab kapde utaar diye. Ab hum dono bilkul nange the. Sir ne mere boobs ko apne haath me lekar maslna shuru kiya aur phir ek ek ko suck karna shuru kiya. Mere choot main se juice beh raha tha..