.Later we use to chat daily and make jokes. She use to pinch me sometime while making jokes. We exchanged our numbers and started chatting. One day I ...sked her shall I send one msg to which she replied no need of asking , you can send anytime. I send one adult joke to her. Total silence for sometime…. I thought she might be angry on me but I received a non veg joke too after sometime.. I can move ahead now was the confirmation.. Next day neha said me you are naughty ha and smiled.. In evening I. " It's a skirt, I'm not wearing girl's clothes." I'm gang leader and you have to do what I say. It'sa kilt and you have to wear it as your disguise. Scottish men wear kilts all the time, don't you even know that?" Of course I know that!" Then it doesn't matter if you wear one then does it?" But it's a skirt, not a kilt!" No, it's a kilt, not a skirt and you have to wear itbecause I'm in charge. Now put it on or you can't be in my gang."Sheepishly Alan took the skirt, trying to tell himself that. The third man was cupping Emma’s tits. He squeezed them! He pinched her nipples and yanked them, stretching her perfect B cup tits. “God Emma! Your tits are wonderful!”Soon Emma felt the man fucking her ass, buried his cock as far in her ass as it would go! She felt his cock swell up as his first shot of cum moved past her sphincter and shot into her ass!“Shit Emma! I’m cumming in your ass! Can you feel it all! Fuck! Your ass is so tight! Shit! Take it all slut! You’re my little ass whore from. A bottle of lube flew across the room into my hand, and I dropped a dollop of it directly onto her asshole. She jumped a little bit from the cold sensation, then started to purr as I pushed first one, then two and finally three fingers into her, opening her up in preparation.“Caleb,” she moaned, “Please, no more. Just fuck my ass. Please.”I slathered my cock in the lube, and then some more, placing the tip against her slightly-loosened sphincter. I pushed forward gently, and she groaned as her.