Opening the closet there were suits, shirts and jeans hanging. I picked a couple of things out and said I'd try them on. Great, he said. I'll step out...and fix us a couple of drinks. As he stepped out I pulled down my swimsuit. The pants fit good, but the shirts were a bit tight. I went up front to tell him thanks. As we sat he told me his name was Mark. I told him mine. He offered me another drink. Handing it to me, it slipped out of his hand. I was soaked. I'm sorry about that, Mark said. Go. A laugh and a half. We ordered more drinks and I was now coming out of my shell. My other friend, Jackie, told me that she was feeling frisky and she wanted to dance. Dancing was her mating call. The way she swished her hips and slut-dropped always turned heads. I looked at her as she made her way to the dance floor. Her body was to die for. I guess it was the alcohol, but I had the urge to nuzzle my head between her breasts and squeeze them with my bare hands. > > I had to cool down. I told. Eventually I saw him. He was a big strapping young white guy. Striking features in the face, huge muscles, and a nice head of hair. He was everything I was looking for in a guy, a guy who has pleasured plenty of chicks. i just had one thing left to do, I had to make sure he could give me what I wanted. He was bench pressing so I figured I'd walk by when he was getting up and cop a feel. I moved to the machine next to him. He was wearing baggy shorts so I figured this would be relatively easy.He. I didn’t know why she was doing this, with her right breast still exposed. I too smiled at her. She then simply began removing her bra, and suddenly, her left breast too was open to the air. She took off her bra from her hands as if nothing was happening. I noticed that my smile had already stopped and my mouth was open. She stood there holding the bra in her right hand. Then she stood there as a statue for a few moments seeing my own Aunt Roshni with her top, nude. Her boobs had a light slag,.