Shayad wo vein pchli trf hy tum ulti ho jao.wo kuch kahy bgair ulti hogai.mn ny apni donon tangain usk ird gird rkh leen kuch aisy keh mera penis uski...donon tangoon k dermian mn tha.phr asy show kia jaisy mjhy veins mil gai hn or ahista sy usk aik thigh ko aik hga sy dbya phir aram aram sy usk thighs pr dheela dheela hath phairny lga.or sath k sath thora agy hony lga.kuch dair baad mera penis usk buttoks ko touch kr rha tha .mjhy apna or uska jism aisy lg rha tha jaisy aag mn jal rhy hon.mjh sy. Tall, tanned, with full round breasts that were shown off to perfection in the short, strapless dress she was wearing. Long blonde hair framed her face and the blue dress was the exact color of her eyes. Now, I've never been with a woman but if ever I was, it would be with one just like her. As she approached the table, I found myself staring, mesmerized by her. She introduced herself as Chantelle and asked if she could join me. I introduced myself as Ebony and we settled in to easy. I hardly expected them to remember our encounter on the train and I saw no reason to dispel their confusion.Both were dressed for the warm summer's day with loose smocks of linen in the style favoured by those of an aesthetic disposition, their hems embroidered with flowers (in Amanda's case) and animals (for Estelle). Their arms were bare: Amanda's slightly puffy and covered with fair, downy hair; Estelle's more muscular and tanned. Both wore their pale-blonde hair loose, hanging down to their. “Of course you do dear,” Jess said turning around andslowing lowering her blouse top exposing the tops ofher large beautiful brown breasts. “See my perfecttan.”Jess noticed that all the women were staring anddelighted in the fact they were admiring them. Even theblond didn�t say anything.“And how about this.” Jess commented turning around andraising the hem of her dress up to the lower portion ofher ass cheek. “Isn�t is perfect?”Jess didn�t hear.