She was lying topless with skirt on. I started to press her boobs. It was like a cotton ball but firm well. Each of my movements were gently. I fondle... her boobs. Bit her nipple gently. Our bodies were on heat. I wanted to change pace of enjoying her breast. I crushed her both boobs.We changed position. We were standing. She leaned on a wall and I got ample view of her boobs. I raised her both arms. That was one hell of a view. Her armpits were a bit hairy, not much. Her arms raised. Boobs. No panties.She completed the ensemble with a tight fitting blouse; again, nothing else was worn under it. The blouse was pretty low cut and showed off a massive amount of cleavage.Emma had made BBQ chicken in the Crock-pot with vegetables. It wasn’t exactly the fanciest dinner, but she’d had to work that day and had to make good use of her time. She didn’t think Brent was coming strictly for the cuisine anyway.Emma lit two white candles in cheap holders on the table. She wasn’t sure if the. Now should I call things off before someone gets her feelings hurt or worse, gets pregnant?" God no! Don't do that," Cynthia exclaimed. "Forget I said anything. The girls would hate me forever if I somehow cost them your friendship." We can still be friends," I responded."I'd rather be your slut." That statement made me laugh."That's okay with me. What about the girls?" Why don't you ask them?" She held me close and said, "You can both stop trying to listen at the door and come on in." Cynthia. ...We had Josh's house to ourselves on weekdays. During the school year we had at least 1 hour in the afternoon before one of his parents came home from work. They both had flexible hours so we always had to be careful.Summers were the best. His parents left for work by 9AM and we had his house to ourselves for at least 6 hours. We usually were naked the entire time and we took turns making each other cum until we were both exhausted. Our record for one day was five cumshots each.The weekends.