"What the fuck is going on!" Stan growled from the backseat."Fuck me Stan she's wearing stockings!" Wassa chuckled."So what Wassa? So was we ten minut...s ago," Davo quipped."Nah not them pantyhose things we had on our heads; she's wearing realstockings with sussies. Fuck I thought only me old Mom and prostituteswore stockings these days," Wassa went on."I thought your old Mom was a prostitute!" Davo sniped back."Nah Davo; that's your sister you're thinking of!" Wassa laughed."Shut the fuck up. She absently minded let her left hand wander to her crotch and I could see she was searching for that little button at the top of her cleft."Mmmm," she said. "All better there. I thought they had killed it when I got punched."Ow," she said as I assumed she found a little sensitive spot."Well, almost all better," she laughed."Oh, just one thought. I like sex, as I told you, during my period. I've found it staves off cramping. But, oral just grosses me out during my period, so no tongues there. She smiled and she slowly started removing her bra. I asked her if she needs any help. She said no no…no touching. I said ok. She unhooked the bra and started holding it in one hand. I asked her mami, you got to show me the boobs. She removed the bra and covered her boobs with hand and after some time she slowly removed the hand…oh man….as expected the white boobs and those pink nipples, that was the view to die for. After few seconds she covered it. I told what mami itini jaldi kyun…let me. Oh baby fuck me harder and I was soon on bigger thrusts which reflected in the pleasure she couldn’t hide. And then as if by some hidden telepathy, we simultaneously moved to try a different position which added to my and her ecstasy.I could now feel her dig her nails at my sides and for a split second I wondered if the marks would show the next day. Marks and scratches be damned, I was enjoying this and I now had her boobs in my hands while I made out in even higher frenzied fervor. I held her.