Then they insisted that we see some porn. But I knew my dad was hardcore computer guy, who could find out things. So i rejected the idea. Then Raju co...plained that i was not sharing any porn with them and was being selfish. But i couldn’t do anything. We went up to the terrace and i showed them my favorite hobby, smelling and caressing the bras and panties. It was new to them, there was a good collection because it was a saturday. Every one had put their clothes up for drying. I went to this. My red hair complements my pale skin, and I have a small but toned body. “Petite” is the perfect word to describe me. “Hell yeah, you’re sexy! A hot little piece… you’re gorgeous! Honestly, I’m surprised you’ve never thought about us before. I mean, two hot chicks always hanging out, besties through everything… I’ve definitely thought about what it’d be like to hook up with you.” “Really?” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Completely turned on by the girl next to me, she was basically. She tried not to get ahead of herself. Brian broke the embrace. His hands ran under the hem of her shirt and he lifted it over the top of her head, exposing her bare breasts in front of him. Carefully he ran his hands over her upper body but without touching her breasts. It was a light touch, one that led to a slight gasp as his touch spread across her body. Both nipples were very erect and engorged, just begging for attention, but he hadn’t touched them yet. He just seemed to take in every. ’ Marty Piatkowski didn’t bother answering. He was trying to determine how best to pack. Everything he owned was spread out on the bed, all neatly folded, four white T-shirts, four pair of briefs, four pairs of white socks, three short-sleeved shirts (one dark blue, one red and one light green), one pair of khaki pants, plus the clothes he had been wearing when he was arrested for armed robbery eight years, two months and seventeen days ago. ‘Marty, you listening?’ ‘Horace, I gotta get this.