The night before I was quite horny. I pulled Prachi close and tried to kiss her, but she pulled herself away…saying that we should sleep as we have ...o get up early. I tried a lot to convince her but she did not agree. So I had no other option but to sleep. Next morning we woke at 4:30. Prachi was in the bathroom and the doorbell rang. I knew it would be Prachi’s friends so I opened the door. It was Surbhi and Aman. That was the first time I saw Surbhi. And I was awestruck. I just kept looking. "Sorry, but Sarah's mum is not very well, and she has gone to stop with her, and she won't be back for a few days. It could well be a lot longer though."Something about her, made Tony stop to look at her again. She was looking particularly beautiful today he thought. She was wearing white trainers, tight blue fashion jeans, so tight they barely covered her gorgeous rump. This was topped by a snowy white tee shirt, that contrasted with her tanned skin, accentuating her well formed bosom, and. She looked with sadistic delight at the lustful emotions playing across the sissy's face. Oh the men she and Sandra had aroused, with their sexy bodies delighting in their power to drive men crazy, to prick tease their raging throbbing erections then to laugh in their faces and walked away.She remembered the sixteen year old boy she and Sandra had aroused in disco car park last night, his throbbing erection bulging his trousers. How she had pressed her tits hard onto his chest so that he could. Thank you God! Christ, she was gorgeous! Maybe nineteen or twenty, dressed for summer. Not too tarty, but minimal, in pastel pink Vans and dark shades, a wrap around black skirt, the hem of which was half way up her wonderful thighs with a split at the side, and a loose white cotton blouse, unbuttoned perhaps one button too far. Her shoulders and arms were bare and her skin was golden and shining. She was clutching a book in one hand and her phone in the other. A heavy bag was slung over her.