Megan licked her lips as she watched her captive's nipples stiffen even further through the thin stretchy red fabric of her tank top.Rachel's mind was...closely matching the state of her body. It was buzzing, and focussed on nothing but pleasure, sensation and sex. The thoughts pounding through her consciousness were like a mantra, "I am a slut, I like boys and girls, I am a slut..." She remembered every touch since the firm way Megan's fingers had moved over her when she first tugged these. Asha was still in the same dress.Farooq, “Where is Sir?”Asha, “He is in the bathroom.”This sentence gave him a boost. From the bathroom, I watched him trying to get a glimpse of my wife Asha’s boobs. Asha was not showing any discomfort. Within the next 1-2 minutes, his eyes became more focused on her boobs.After 2 minutes more, I opened the bathroom door more with noise. The sound broke his concentration. He said hello to me and left. Asha locked the door, looked towards me, smiled, and blinked. It was there I discovered that not all boys are the same and engaged in what can only be described as mutual exploration.I didn’t have a regular boyfriend although a few thought they were.It started with kissing and I was amazed that something so simple could 1) increase your heartbeat (we checked) 2) make you breathless and 3) make you feel funny.I resisted advances on my breasts, partly because they were still tender and boys tended to grab. My resistance was reinforced by mum’s decision that. Encouraged, I kissed the other thigh, a little bit higher. Then back to the first, even higher. Gradually I kissed my way towards were they met, until my nose brushed against her panties. Boldly, I gave them a firm kiss. "Mmm, that's good, Bill." I continued to kiss them, tasting her juices through them, slightly tangy and sweet. "Shit, that's good," she said. "You're driving me crazy. Here, watch out." She rolled onto her shoulders and neck in half a backwards summersault. Her thumbs.