Fir maine uske hathon ko hata kar uske boobs ko dono hathon se ek ek boobs dabaane laga. kya boobs they yar mast mulayam, jaise koi khilona ho,aisa la... raha tha jaise mai jannat me hu,mai uske nipples ko bhi bich me masalne laga to wo aaaaaaa… uuhhhh ki awaj nikalne lagi.mai uski boobs ko choosne laga or wo madhhosh hone lagi. fir maine uski panty nikali to uski choot dekh k muh me pani aa gaya. uski choot bilkul kori thi, halke bhure baal they uski choot me or uski gulabi lips bilkul tight. She wore a short tartan skirt that was frayed at the bottom as if she had cut it even shorter herself. A black fishnet top barely covered her body, riding high at the back and low at the front with the stockings continuing down the sleeves ending with a triangle at the hand. A black bra covered her c-cup breasts and she stood taller than her small frame from black high-heels.‘Jesus’ he said ‘what were you planning to do at that disco tonight?’He stood back a moment and soaked in her body. Their. It hurt worse than the pussy slap. Her breasts had now become very, very sensitive and the slap, although not too hard, made it seem like Jan had used a bat to smack it. The metal frame groaned just as Katie did when her legs tried to pull together and lift her upper body off the cot. All sitting up seemed to do was pull the ropes on her breasts even tighter.Katie’s breasts looked ready to pop. Cory went to shelf and picked up the tackle box. She brought it over to Katie’s cot and opened lid to. While out there I did more thinking than reading. Were things really as complicated as they seemed to be? Was I just overreacting? Did I need to make a decision on any of this right now, or could I give it some time and see how things worked out? Granted, I felt that what was going on between Jim and Janet was wrong, but just because I didn't approve did that mean that I needed to do something about it? I thought that I had my worldview sorted out, but given the way that I reacted to this;.