Her dress didn’t cling to her body anymore, but with her stretched out as she was the dress certainly showed off her form.A pair of hands, hands wit... long knobbly fingers, suddenly slid over her breasts from behind. She screamed, her panic suddenly returning at the touch of the hands. The hands ignored her panic, and began to knead her breasts, even as her shackled ankles kicked, the chains rattling in the stone room, and her screams bouncing from wall to wall with no effect on the. After I had fucked her throat I had her in the back seat with her knickers pushed to one side licking her piss flaps, was was drenched within seconds, she then asked me to fuck her tits to which I obliged her tits were the best without fail the best I had ever seen natural but huge with nipples you hang your coat on! By this time I was ready to enter, I put my seat back as far as I could and got her to climb aboard she was insisting to go easy and assured me her holes would be tight but I. Obviously such thoughts immediately dissipated due to the fact that this was my daughter's bestie and ANY kind of relationship we would have out of the normal passing-by-hello's was out of the question. Della sat down and we had a nice simple dinner with some nice conversation. I noticed during our exchanges Della would tease me with a lazy eye look. The kind of look that meant she was possibly looking for more than just ...dinner. I tried to divert the conversation to issues that related to. We had hung out with Sharon and her husband Jake many times. Sharon's bitchiness wore on my wife. Bonnie would constantly say she was going to quit, but she didn't because of their friendship. As life moved on my wife and I had begun our family and her pregnancy took a toll on her physically and she was forced to quit her job. Soon after we just got too busy with life that we fell out of touch with Sharon and her husband. That is until the rise of social media. Bonnie had found Sharon on.