Come here, let me kiss you."Melanie locked her lips onto Marcie's sweet mouth as she moaned in response. Marcie clutched her hair and pulled her tight...into her face as Melanie worked on opening her skirt, letting it fall to the floor."Let's move to the couch," Melanie said. She continued her lingering passionate kiss as they worked their way to the couch.Marcie shrugged off her blouse, bra and skirt; then she lay back on the couch and held out her arms to enfold Melanie. They cuddled for a few. I bite my lips to stop myself from moaning. I can feel his hands now on my skin over my cleavage. In my fuzzy head, it didn’t register when he had opened my top buttons.Shit shit shit, what am I thinking, drooling over a hot guy and letting him feel me up. I straighten myself and turn around to tell the hot guy to stop. Instead of my prince charming, this old man was grinning at me. I want to shake his hand off, but I was feeling too horny to say no.He then pushes his hand inside my bra and. I used to sit in the same room watching her pretending as if I was watching TV. She always wore thin sarees which were mostly cheap and transparent and blouses with a deep neck which barely hold her huge 36DD boobs. she became very good friend with my mom and she also used to talk to me in a usual manner. I always had a perverted look at her.She noticed it but never asked me why. I slowly Started to play my pervert tricks on her. She used to wash clothes in the balcony I used to stand wontedly. When the warmth faded, I was reminded of my surroundings. I became increasingly aware that something was wrong about this place as my gaze wandered. It certainly looked like an ordinary woodland scene, with all of the sounds and sights; and the sky certainly looked like a sky covered with the violets and oranges of a coming dusk. Or perhaps it was dawn? But something about it all felt strange. False, almost.As I peered about, I realized very quickly that I was naked, and the only thing that lay.