‘I hear that a lot as well,’ Trish replied. Screw it, he thought ‘Come here,’ he said pulling her against him. He kissed her gently the it got...rough. Their clothes went away. Trish was actually quite thin without her clothes. Peter liked that about her. He also liked that she was obviously enjoying it, without making a sound. She was very much in control but not controlling. She just gave into it while restraining herself. ‘You okay,’ he asked after it was over. She was sitting up in his air. So that's a good thing when making out, I made a mental note. Her nipple was just as hard as it pressed against my palm as it looked, and I started playing with it. I tweaked it and pushed it and tickled it, and she didn't seem to mind any of that, from the way she continued to probe my mouth with her tongue and make soft noises, almost like a purring cat. I moved my hand to her other breast, the independent one that turned out, and continued my explorations. That one seemed to be just as. It was green backless tank top and was not something the 'old' Sandy would even look at. The top was really designed for someone with tits at least one size smaller. The 'old' Sandy would need to wear a bra with the top otherwise her tits would look too droopy but the bra would ruin the backless side of the top. But now Sandy didn't need to wear a bra anymore so the top was back on the shopping list.'This looks pretty hot to me.' thought Sandy as she surveyed the image on the mirror. After. Tom smiled at them and pulled me along to an office in the back. He pulled me inside and shut the door and I found myself looking across a cluttered desk at a large black man in his mid to late fifties. He looked me over and said, "Not bad. Lose the shirt."I glanced at Tom, but he just nodded. So I slowly unbuttoned the shirt he had given me to wear and let it fall open in front of me. It no longer covered me, but the black man said impatiently, "I said lose it girl!" He looked at Tom and Tom.