I took my sweaty clothes off and headed for the shower, hoping to get him outta my head. A shaky hand turned on the faucet. Dang, what’s wrong with ...e? My stomach was churning. Pictures of him squatting, lifting, muscles bulging wouldn’t leave my mind no matter how hard I tried to think of something else. Facing the water stream, I dunked my head under, trying to wash away the thoughts. But, they stayed there - firmly rooted in my brain.“Dang it!” I punched the wall until my knuckles were. The ultimate tresure ……i moved my hand on her right breast and my god i was feeling for the first time the boobs of a woman that toooo so beautyful and firm in shape …….she was breathing hard so was me ..it was feeling like i m drunk ..i started caresing her boobs ……..I droped her saree from her blouse ……. I stoped playing with her breast and huged her and stood up with her …….then i moved towards the bed and ..i started removing her saree it droped on the carpet .then again i started playing. .Sue's head was swirling, pleasure, pain, drunkeness... she had no choice 'Thank you, may i have another'.. he then proceeded to give her tits a long hard spanking, left then right, then left again leaving her tits red and glowing. He then gave her a kiss and went back to the front of the bar... there were only a few minutes left and after her tit abuse Sue took the last few drinks leaving the guys in the bar highly frustrated at not seeing more of this brunette in action.She swayed into the. Ivy on the other hand puts them to shame. Ivy and I have never talked about the number of people we've been with. But if even a quarter of the things I've heard about her are true, she probably has her own category in the Guinness book.She's done it all gangbangs, sports teams, and every kinky thing you can name or imagine.To be truthful, unlike what Ivy thinks, it isn't any sense of ethics that's keeping us from having sex. It's a combination of things. First I'm intimidated as to how any.