That’s why there wasn’t any surprise when I started imagining him hugging me. But then something weird came over me, the image of him hugging me q...ickly turned to kissing… touching… whispering to me naughty things with his husky voice. I almost felt myself getting wet, that’s why I automatically crossed off that idea from my head. Then I stared at him harder. He was wearing a very simple black T-shirt with jeans. Although His arms seemed so strong and manly, the way he held and played his. But I kept quiet. I didnt said one word, did a noise or cried a tear while they slashed my jacket and my jeans, ripped my t-shirt and then cheered at each other while carefully cut off my bra. Fuck, so she did have boobs behind all those clothes… Look at those red buttons, arent they lovely? The tall one said while holding my entire breast in his hand and playing with my nipple with his thumb, while the guy behind me, whose pants had swollen in my back, couldnt hold himself and cupped my other. She wondered what was going through his mind right now. Mark was on the edge of his seat as she was stripping. He stared between his sister’s legs at her blue thong. He was surprised. He had imagined she would be wearing something less revealing, but he enjoyed the thong much more. He moved his eyes over her thong, feeling his dick stir knowing that right beneath that thin layer was his sister’s tight pussy. All he could think of was that, if he had the chance, he would absolutely take his. “Yes, I did. Just because you, Karen, Wendy and Tina live that lifestyle at home and the Hen House doesn’t mean that those who live very well off don’t enjoy the same pleasures.”“I didn’t know you and your husband were into swinging?”“In my profession, it’s something we keep private. You and your family are the only ones I’ve ever had sex with at work.”“When Carla told me about her attending your last birthday party, I knew she had to bring you to our next get together,” Darlene said stroking.