As I hate to exercise alone, I always went with my friend Lara (blondie, a little fatter than me e also shorty). We share the same age. Sometimes we m...t my cousin Lucas there, he was seventeen, white, dark hair, not a wonderful body but a lovely face. We got very close to each other and used to meet at the gym almost every day. I could't help but notice that Lucas was becoming a very hot guy and the same I could say about Lara, that besides getting sexy, looked lovely after a workout (she is. They both had been drinking -- no surprise -- but her friend was clearly distraught over something. I had little to no interest in finding out how or why, but I knew that I was going to get roped in so I recorded the rest of the game and turned the tv off. My girl is pleasantly plump, curvy in all the right places. Her tits are good-sized, but not obscene. Her friend is a little heavier, but her knocks are humungo-bungous. I've always fantasized about losing myself in them, and I'd be willing. The girl of the story is Nidhi. She used to live adjacent to my house. And she was a bomb. She had dark hair that fell to her shoulders and fair complexion that contrasted it. She used to wear tight tee shirts that accentuated her shapely boobs and she had great flawless thighs. But she rarely wore shorts at home and I rarely got chance to admire them. Nidhi and I were good friends and used to flirt all the time. I used to flirt with her friends when they visited her home to make Nidhi jealous.. They were light brown and I took in every bump and crevasse in her skin before noticing her hardening nipples. They poked out, standing to attention and begging to be sucked. I looked back down to my hand that was still holding moms thong which I had soaked in cum moments earlier. Mom followed my gaze. "You naughty boy" she smirked. "I wondered where all my thongs were going, how many have you got under here?" Mom leaned over the side of the bed to look underneath. In the process her skimpy.