One of the women was herself, although she thought the dream Courtney was much sexier than the real Courtney was. The other woman was a dirty blond, t...e soft waves of her hair hanging well down her back, thick and beautiful. As beautiful as the rest of her sleek, but well-endowed body was.Try as she might, Courtney could not focus on the woman's face, although she knew that the woman was young – the taut, bouncing breasts were visible proof of that, yet she knew they weren't a product of some. So lets move 4 that ,mai 18 saal ka tha jab pehli baar meri maami k boobs ko dekha tha,mubeena tight salwar pehna tha woh kapdey washing kar tey samay mai achanak mainey dekha ki uske donoun boobs bahar jhank rahe they mai ruk gaya dekh ke wahi pey woh kuch nahi boli,tab se mera man ajeeb ajeeb sa shuru hone laga phir mama ki wajhese iraada toot jaata kyunki maama ki bahut izzat krta tha mai,aisey hi jab bhi unkey ghar jaata main apni maami k boobs pe hi zyada nazar rakta tha ,maami nighty. I slowly removed my throbbing and absently stroked it while I watched the side door of the bank for Susan. I watched as other bank employees left, men and women, some went one way an others left in little groups. Where the hell was she at? I began to wonder. It was almost 5:30 before I saw her leave with someone I presumed was the bank manager (he seemed the type- balding and middle aged with a little paunch). They chatted for a little bit, it caused me to give myself long hard strokes. . As his orgasm rips through him like a freight train. He sits Amber gently on the seat next to him and gets out of the tub and then reaches down for her and helps her out of the tub to take her back to bed. Several hours later night came and with it, came reality. Amber took her time repacking the few things she had removed from her suitcase as well as Mitch’s. He had gone down stairs to check them out so they could just leave when the time came. Amber.