Ab vo mere samne sirf bra me thi vo sirf sports bra phanti thi kyo ki vo muje pasand thi, phir maine uske boos suck karne start kiye bra ke upar se hi...or mera ek hath uske salwar ke andar thae ob maine uski chut panty ke upar se masal raha tha is harkat se vo or garam ho gayi.Thodi der ke baad maine uski salwar bhi utar di uske baad usne mere cloths bhi utar diye main ab sirf apne under wear main the maine shirt ke niche kuch nahi phenta tha jab use milna ho kyo ki use pasand nahi tha ,phir. . . "I'm gonna cum . . . bring it over here . . ." This caused her to hold her bra in such a way that the pulsating cock could shoot its load into her bra cups.Not believing what was happening, the boy came up close and began to empty a series of cumshots into the shiny pink bra cups. And then another began to shoot and she rushed over to him and then suddenly . . . all ten of the boys were shooting at the same time. Almost like magic, in every direction strong. Ahhhh it was heavenly.Last weekend was my birthday. Miss Liz, who I've known since she taught me Sunday School, wanted to give me a present. She's a widow and I can tell she's lonely. Somehow our conversation came around to how long it had been since she'd been sexual with anyone, for her 8 years, for me never. She had curiosity about women and I did too. So, now that I was "legal" I told her if she wanted to try on me it would be ok. At first she was very resistant. But, I thought it would be. She's been accepted to every school she's applied to, but wants to go to the state university in town. I'm really glad; we've been a team so long I'd miss her like crazy. I promised her I'd take her out to the fanciest restaurant in town for her birthday and gave her my credit card to get a new outfit.I held my breath as she came down the stairs. She'd picked out a floaty spaghetti-strap dress with tiny sprigs of flowers all over it. It was cute but awfully short, and I did my "Do-you-.