Pr sb ki smjh thi, , Fir maine us ki jeans me haat daala , to,vo haath htane lagi or mna krne lagi, mne bola fir kabhi mauka nahi milega or use reques... karne lga , vo maan gayi or usne haat dalne diya ..maine dheere dheere uski jenas panty k saath hi utaar di ab vo poori nude ho chuki . Uski pussy par bohot baal the usne aaj tak shave hi nahi ki thi udhar but mujhe kuch ni lena tha usse , uski puusy fr bhi ek dum tight virgin puusy thi jo mujhe chahiye thi , fir main apni pant utaar di or. Firstly, it implied that I had done something shameful (which, possibly, I had, except of course there were two of us in the toilet that afternoon), but, much worse, it said quite clearly that I considered there was an ‘about us’ of which to speak. I did not wish to consider this issue any further. Instead I plumped for what I think was a rather sanitised question, and one that with hindsight looks as though it were rather more to do with consoling the mythical fragile female ego. Truth is, I. Character wise, I am so straight forward, open minded girl. Of-course I have very big assets, some boys just fall for it. Let me go into the story. Because of some financial problem, I decided to work as a call girl for some time. I didn’t want to join the escort as they just spread our personal information a lot with photos. I decided to search and choose the guys by myself. I came across a decent guy in a chatting site. Had chat with him for a couple of days and then decided to have a meet. I. She smiled hugely and leaned over to give me a peck on the lips.I climbed back up on my stool, so when Andy turned back with our drinks he was sandwiched between Melanie and myself, where he could conveniently converse with both of us. As he handed Melanie and me our drinks, I saw his eyes travel up my wife's lovely legs and widen slightly as he took in the fact that she was obviously wearing stockings.By the slight widening of his eyes, I could tell that he was as turned on by that choice of.