.Fir 1 ya do mahino baad mera birthday aaya aur unko invite kiya..Sab ne cake cut kiya uske baad mai ne bhabhi ke pass ja ke bola ki mera gift uhno ne...bola kya chahiye mai ne bola ki I want to sex with u..Us ne kuch nhi bola aur vo vha se chali gi aur fir baat krna band kr diya. Ek hafte beet gaye koi phn nhi fir ek din call aiee aur boli ki room mai aao mai chle gaya…Vo jhadu laga rahi thi toh uske boobs saaf dikh rahe the.. Fir usne mujhe andhar bulaya aur bola ki tum tv dekho mai naha ke. She said that we were trying to fuck each others brains out. God, you should have seen Tatyana’s face when she heard that! She told Barbara that I was just using her for sex. Barbara said that was Ok because it was what she wanted. Tatyana, being as drunk as the rest of us, said:“I want to fuck too, but my husband is passed out drunk, he has pissed in his pants and I didn’t get to fuck! I’m not leaving without you guys.” Barbara told Tatyana that if she stayed, she would just have to watch us. But no, that's not what she wanted – she wants him to see that desire in her eyes, to feel her insatiable need.She quickly wrapped a towel around her and went to a wardrobe. Instinctively she picked black stockings and black knickers usually wearing under short skirts. While pulling upwards one stocking, she started to think of him again and felt juices starting to flow in her pussy. He likes laced stockings and a thought of getting him pleasure of seeing them was a powerful trigger. Nothing. Holy crap the door opened and Jimmies younger friend who has helped him with the yard work and me many times walked in. He struck a pose like a good slut showing off his perfect thin fem body. The long black wig he was wearing outlined his cute young face. The pink fishnet stockings only accented his shapely fem legs, his black bra showing from under his knit pink sweater, his perfect sized falsies only making him look so much like a girl. As he strutted to us like a super model his skirt.