“You're a good kisser, kid,” she commented, adding more fuel to the fire in my loins.“Thank you. Same goes for you—not that I have kissed many...other girls than you,” I returned the compliment, my mouth doing the thinking for me.“Was that your first?” she began, making me nod although I didn't intend to give my inexperience away so easily. “I couldn't tell. I bet you wanna get some more,” she continued, making me nod with yet more fervor.This time, she placed her hand on my thigh dangerously. Im not comfortable with all this Ali. Of course youre not but youll love it trust me. Ali went behind her and helped her off with her tweed jacket. Marjorie unbuttoned her blouse and Ali undid her skirt and dropped it to the floor. Then she pulled down her slip. Oh Marge you dirty girl – no panties. Marjorie turned beet red and was obviously flustered. Ali helped her off with her blouse and then undid the clasp on her bra setting her large breasts free. Surprisingly they didnt drop to her knees. I also noticed that the other guy was waiting to get a glance of my wife again.I was shocked to see an angle coming out of the dressing room in tight, white short’s and peach coloured thin sweater that revealed her curve’s very well as she was not wearing slip, she was wearing a black bra and this sweater on that. We could literally see the shape of the bra from outside the sweater with half of her breast visible. And probably because of the ac her nipple’s where erect and was clearly visible.. I almost have to stand on my tippy toes to reach. Now, lets see if W/we can break the slut from all her bad habits and manners. Not knowing what will happen next, i feel the crack of a whip across my back. Before i can even cry out the next one strikes. Over and over again until the tears start flowing. He comes up behind me, pulls me by the hair and says i know You love this slut. I can see the juices flowing from your pussy. Please Sir, i will behave. Please. Not this time. You are going to.