” “Well, they are real.” Was all she said, dropping her knees a little to allow me to see more of their shape beneath her t-shirt and looking d...wn at them herself. “All real.” My mind had been racing and predominant among my thoughts was that Molly was going to offer to show me, or let me feel, how real they were. When she simply said, “They are real.” it was a deflating moment. It had no right to be deflating, but the prospect of seeing her boobs was exciting. My mind had just been way ahead. Wo bed par beth gai aur Dittol se mera zakhm saaf karne lagi. Mene us’se puchha, “ek baat batao, kya kabhi kisi aur mard ko aise chhua hai”wo boli, “nahi saab””tumhra pati to tumhe bahot chahta hoga”Nahi saab, vo sirf marta hai, kal raat ko hi usne muje bahot mara. ” mene puchha kahan mara, usne apna blouse upar kar ke apni pith dikhai. Mene kaha “tumne muje malam laga diya, kya me tumhe laga du? wo sharma gai aur boli “nahi saab, aap lete rahiye me thodi malish kar deti hun” thodi der tak vo. Once away from the house he had commented that she looked sexy and he had noticed her getting plenty of attention for the 3 young guys. They had walked to the top of the garden where there was a picnic table and she had sat on it. Ian had stood in front of her, looking down at her legs. He asked if she liked to be the centre of attention, and slid his hand along her calf and up her thigh moving the hem of her dress further up giving him a good view of her stocking tops. She'd had a few wines so. This time as Steffie stripped out of her clothes she took care to foldthem neatly and place them in the corner. She stepped out of her shoesand slid her pants down one leg at a time, slipping into her heels asshe did so, making sure her stockinged feet never touched the floor.She filled her bra with her breast forms before setting herself to thetask of making up her face. She had done it countless times before, andshe made short work of it. Foundation, blush, eyeliner, mascara,finishing powder,.