Let it be understood that Stacey is and always will be MY man. Secondly, I'm not going to get up and take a walk because you want to fuck him. Lastly,...if he fucks you, you better give as good you get or your going to have to deal with me. Oh, and I want to hear all the details later. And I still get dibs, there's a limit to my good nature"."No shit.....I mean.....Really? You would really let me fuck him whenever I wanted?" No, not whenever you want, but on occasion when you can't control. Aap sabne kapil ka show toh dekha hue hoga. I am great fan of that and this story is all the way imaginative. Ek din shot ke tym rinku bhabhi apna part karna ke bad getup change karna ke liya apna vanity mea ati h qki uska agla part doctor ka tha jo ussa apni beti sarla ke saath nibhana tha. Wo apni wig utarkar apna makeup saff karti h uska baad wo apni saare urarti h aur fir sirf blouse aur petticoat mea aina ke saamna kadi ho jati h jb wo apna nakli 38 size ke boobs ko dekhti h jo ke blouse. I pinned her to the wall and was reaching over her top to feel her breasts, her nipples already erect due to the cold air. I would guess a 34C/36B a little cleavage showing between the vee of the buttons. I undid a couple and she exhaled as I kissed her breasts cupping them as I moved from one to the other. I pulled her top out of her trousers and I could feel her nails start to dig into my back between my shoulders. I reached down and grabbed her bum cheeks as hard as I could. Kissing her lips. Returning to the bedroom, she found pieces of garment laid out on the bed. She picked up a black, stretch-satin top. It was not so much a bra, more of a short, tight chemise. The panties were black and made of satin too, more like very short boys' shorts. She pulled them over her smooth legs, secretly enjoying the goose bumps.The other parts of the outfit were a black skirt made of fine-knitted jersey and a white see-through blouse. There were no stockings, but she found black pumps with higher.