Victor smiled at us. “We taught those white boys a lesson they won’t forget.”“Chinga Tu Madre, we kicked so much ass!” Ernesto added. He was...still pumped with adrenalin obviously.“Watch your mouth, Ernesto,” Victor scolded him and Ernesto calmed down and adopted a reserved attitude similar to Victor. He was still pretty happy though.“We got a pretty nice haul. They turned out to be very generous boys who were very sorry for what they did,” he said. He showed us my sister’s phone. He wasn’t just. ‘What do you think?’ She says as she twirls in front of me. ‘It looks good on you. Are the zippers functional?’ She reaches down to her right hip, tugs down the zipper, and pulls the front of the shorts aside. Nothing is left to the imagination. Sally comes up with a smaller leather bra and a leather g-string. ‘Why don’t you try these on? I can help you get the bra fitted.’ This last bit was said with an evil grin on her face. The two of them slip back into the booth and aren’t too careful. Their lips met as the woman knelt and as they did so, the women to her left and right, reached around and squeezed firmly each of her breasts, their thumbs kneading deeply into them, coming together at her nipples evenas the woman kissing her reach her hand down and slid her finger along the slathering folds of her pussy, pushing her clit first to the left, then to the right, keeping constant contact, the warmth of her hand from being so near the brazier previously only enhancing the effect.She. Pat's asmall man standing only at five feet one inches tall. Small bonedincluding his little cock. Pay seemed so embarrassed about the size ofhis cock. He even had Cindy measure it once and it barely reached fourinches when fully erect.Cindy was a size one but filled out the tiny dresses she wore to a tee.Sometimes she'd come home and find Pat wearing one of her new dresses.She laughed because he's always put tissue inside the bra trying to fillout the cups to mimic Cindy's large breasts. Pat.