“Oh, yes, shake them for me,” he said. Twisting from side to side like a stripper doing a lap-dance on this man’s lap, I shook my breasts for hi..., and as I did, I leaned forward, pressing them into his face.My actions were making him hot and crazy for me. He held my hips and started licking and sucking my hot titties, first the left, then the right, then again, and again, painting wet trails of saliva between my breasts. Leaning back a little, I let him get at my nipples. I love having my. When I did reach out, in any way, you shyly looked away or ran to another room. I thought the feelings you felt would fade, as you got older, but I realized they didn't. I never saw signs of or heard you were interested in any guy. Your family just thought you were too shy to have a relationship. I remember one time I cut myself, when you were about 11. Without hesitating, you slid your slip off and wrapped it around my bleeding arm. I started to thank you, but you just ran into your house. I. For new readers, let me give you a brief introduction, I m 27 years old guy, 5feet 9” in height with chubby body. I am from Karachi. Last month I went to Peshawar for my holidays. One day I was chatting on internet when I meet a girl from town Peshawar . From her chat, I realize that she is very sexy girl. So, I offer her friendship which she accepted. So after the exchange of photos, we both finally decided to meet. We decided to meet in my friend’s flat. She gave me the address and I went to. I blushed even more when I realized that Ron was only wearing a pair of sweat pants that hung enticingly low on his hips. His black chest rippled with muscles that deepened the color of my already flush face. ‘How … um … I mean…’ Ron was stammering as I dripped water on his kitchen floor and pulled the robe tightly around me. He couldn’t keep his eyes off my breasts and I have to admit I found it reassuring after my husband’s self-esteem crushing lies earlier in the evening. ‘I was swimming and.