That broke the ice and we chatted for a few minutes. "So do you do this often?" he asked."I wish I did it more often," I admitted. "But I'm pretty new...to this. And nervous as hell." I understand," he replied. "I've only had a couple of guys suck my cock. Not that my wife sucks me anymore, but I enjoy getting a little rough, something she would never allow me to do. Guys seem to get off on me getting rough. Do you like it rough?" I nearly creamed my panties right there. "Yes," was all I could. She had never touched another woman sexually, let alone her best friend.“Do it!” Jay hissed, thrusting into the unconscious girl’s mouth.Leslie licked her finger and spread the moisture around Anne’s pussy lips. She was tentative, as if a snake might jump out of that cave. That wasn’t doing much so she tried pushing her finger inside. No luck.She looked back at Jay. He made a “V” pattern with his fingers under his mouth and stuck his tongue out through it. Leslie hesitated again, but then. I went with the same bulged cock to her asking for water but I didn’t succeed and she acted very normally evening I masturbated but my sperm felled inside innerwear and I kept that for washing.Next day morning aunty took my clothes for washing along with underwear if was peeping through window and was watching her washing of clothes suddenly she took my underwear and I think she felt something in hand.She touched some portion of underwear with her fingers and kept it separate in a bucket for. She had forgotten that her top was partially untied and we all got an eyeful of her perfectly plump 32C’s. I knew I liked looking at a firm ass, but wow, did she ever turn me into a breast woman. Her nipples were so dark and poking into the air. She gave truth to the expression of nipples so hard they could cut glass. “Well, I guess I’m hanging with you guys for a while if that’s ok,” she said as she walked back to the blanket. Looking down at herself, she realized she was hanging in the breeze.