She got her hands up again and I started measuring her right side. I streached the tape again and rubbed my fingers against the side of her right mumm...…this time harder and with a purpose. When my fingers reached the center of her boob I slowly pressed my hand against her boob againand tried to feel her nipple. I could feel the nipple getting hard and I brushed my finger against it while holding the tape. The smell of the armpit was sweet and I was enjoying it. I pressed my hand against her. .pick one, bitch!" Michelle snapped."Okay, okay," I squealed.She let go. I slowly got on my knees and took hold of her little monster, looked up at Michelle, and gulped...pleading with my eyes that this was a joke...that any second she'd start laughing and tell me she was k**ding."Don't act like you don't want it....suck it."I wrapped my lips around her cock and started sucking tentatively. She put her hand on the back of my head and pushed me down on her further."Just pretend it's your own. The absence of pockets drives me crazy, though. I had no idea what to do with my hands, and crossed my arms self- consciously.Tanya poured a little peppermint liquid soap into her palm and covered herself with suds. She arched her neck one way and then the other as she ran her hands over it. Her plump breasts shook as she soaped them. She streaked her flat belly with pale suds, whitened the thick black curls of her pubis as she ran her hands between her legs."Do you-" my voice broke."What's. “yahin sow jaao mere pass” Bhaiya spoke twice with a pause between two statements. While looking at my face Harish Bhaiya was waiting for me to speak but was speechless, could not think of replying anything, it was strange mindset neither I could say no to him, nor I was mentally prepared to say yes to his proposal to sleep there in his bedroom.“Bhaiya app kya baat kar rahen hain…?” Finally I uttered in low sarcastic tone as if it is a kind of joke, “iss mein kuch galat nahi hai……” Bhaiya.