To kuch der baat karne ke baad hamne socha so jate h.Usane usaka bister nicha bichaya aur mujhe bed pe sone ko kaha.Room me low light chalu thi mujhe ...ind nahi aa rahi thi kaise aati meri najare mansi pe thi woh mere taraf muuh karke soyi thi to mujhe usake transafarmer nighty se usake boobs ke nippel tane huye dikh rahe the.Mujhe raha nahi gaya.Kariban 1 ghante ka wait kiya aur usake pass chala gaya mujhe laga woh so gayi h magar woh sone ka natak kar rahi thi.Main usake back side gaya aur. Georgie was about twenty-four years old and had eyes of pure sapphire blue. Her hair was not blonde it was liquid gold and her skin was gently tanned. Even though she was sitting down I could tell that she was about 5ft 7, slim but toned in build and had gorgeous D cup breasts. I couldn’t take my eyes off her and was thoroughly glad that she was the first to speak.“Hello Rebecca,” she said softly, almost purring, looking meaningfully into my eyes. I couldn’t hold her stare, and I knew as soon. Bikinis and swimsuits were a big no for her. For footwear she’ll always wear either sneakers, boots, or tennis shoes. She always had a phobia of feet which also includes her own and she always felt her feet gave off a strange odor. She never lets anyone see them out of embarrassment and if someone were to see them, she’d either freak out or maybe even faint. Even when she goes on walks to the beach and wears one of her cute sundresses, she always has boots or tennis shoes on, she doesn’t own. Granted, I was a heel taking advantage of a drunk girl. But hell, someone had to be first, and second, and third.But as I said, it wasn’t like anything I’d ever done before. Polly wanted it, and wanted it bad. No doubt about that. Okay, I’ll grant you that when I’d finished with her clothes and tried to lean back and scope her out, she pulled me closer, as if ashamed of being seen nude. That was a drag because, from what little I could see, she had a great bod with boobs just begging for.