I didn't wanna check the rest of him out in case it pissed him off but if the rest of him was this lush...jeez,I'd be spunking me load right there in ...e jeans."So,mate,ya gotta fag or what?"Well,ok,manners aside,hahah,what could I do,right? I dragged me ciggies outa me jeans pocket,rubbing me finger over me semi & passed one over to him." Aw cheers mate,been gasping for a puff all morning,aint had me giro yet innit"He parked his arse on the bench & inhaled deeply then put his head back &. The night of the party Crissie and I were dressed to kill. I wore a jean dress with 4" heels. Crissie was in light pink halter-top and a super tight leather mini skirt. We arrived at the frat house and the party well on its way. Some of the girls that were there were already drunk (at least I thought they were) and doing things that I could not believe. Some of them had their tops off and others were making out with the guys. I told Crissie that we should probably not stay, but Crissie. I was in trouble...The smiles vanished from Chelsea and Sarah's faces as they looked down at the knickers on the floor, then up at me. I was frozen to the spot through fear as Sarah folded her arms across her chest, covering her boobs. Chelsea reached into her tracksuit pocket and pulled out her phone: "ok cock muncher. I want a record of this. Hold out your arms, legs apart." Chelsea, what the fuck? Just kick him out!" Sarah said"No way. I want to teach this fucktard a lesson. If you don't. With her tank top rolled completely up to her huge tits, she turned around and showed us her naked back, and delicious nearly-bare butt cheeks, hardly covered by the thin triangle of her panties. "Woa," Dave said low. My cock hurt so badly that I had to adjust the crotch of my jeans. Both of my friends were silent, transfixed on my almost naked wife. Spreading her feet apart, she bent over, sticking her pantied ass in the air, and smiled over her shoulder at us. Her breasts hung heavily in.