What they had tried on made them look like whores instead of horny girls wanting to be sure they got someone in the mood. I found them ones that had s...pport for their tits, and in much better colors, than the plain black ones they had tried on. Their being on sale for seventy-five percent off on the clearance rack would really be the kicker. I got kisses, and a little feel of their nice butts, before they want to change back into their street clothes so they could let someone else use their. I opened my eyes and watched him tongue, then suck on it softly. I felt something odd happening inside me, and a warm feeling came over me. You like that,he whispered. I giggled and said it makes me feel funny,good he said and started on the other nipple. I started breathing quicker as he sucked on my left nipple, and a soft moan escaped from my mouth. Sam sat up and ran his fingers down my chest to my stomach and stopped at the waistband of my pajama pants. Lift your butt he whispered, like I. That day I was wore white kurta and red pajama, with red duppta. I stand up and run some how I know that he is just joking and he will not do anything like…. But he followed me and caught me from the behind. I was laughing and enjoying. Then mama took my duppta and dropped aside… I took this also in joke.. he challenged me that he is going to slip that spider in my kurta… I made a joke of him and told if you have dared than do this.He took this challenge and he slip his hand in my kurta from. My playing partners were friends, guys I have played on numerous courses with over the years. We’ve traded shots both on and off the course, and are strong enough friends to let the constant ribbing and insults slid right off our backs. It was a slow day on the course. The group in front of us was slow, having to look for errant shots. Still, despite some grumbling by the group behind us, it was a good, pleasurable day. The seventh hole was a short par four, and after hitting our tee shots we.