" It got you out of your panic," he said. "Come with me."Led to the lodge, he motioned her inside."I can't ... we're not mated. And don't give me that...look. You're too young." Stay!" he commanded ... like she was a puppy. He went inside and brought out dry furs and a drying fur. "Get out of those dripping furs." Oh, you'd like that ... I've seen you ... looking at my ... But..." She looked up ... he was gone.From inside the lodge she heard him say, "Get dry and dressed. I have things I need.". They have figure of 32a- 28-30 and 32c-30-32 respectively.So directly coming on to the story. Actually we are the best friends yes me and these 2 senior mams. Our friendship started due to working on the same project and we all became best friends.we have so deep friendship that we have talked on every topic by now. Even after 3 months of our friendship we used to go different places for fun and masti. After 6 months of friendship I started liking Swati.I must say both of these mams were really. She breathed out a few laughs and looked at me. I discarded the spent rubber and cuddled up to her. I leaned down and kissed her, for the first time softly. It wasn't a kiss of passion, but rather one of genuine affection, love. She glanced down and began laughing. I looked down curiously and saw, beyond our nude bodies, were two pairs of yet-clad feet. Her shoes were still affixed by a strap over the top, and I still wore socks and hiking boots. "Maybe we should get dressed," she whispered. I. Dad was Chinese, six-foot-plus tall and of trim and strong build. He had a light tan complexion and a stern face which easily broke into a sincere smile. Gravitas in appearance, he looked like a military officer out of uniform. His voice was resonant, as if in command but he had trouble pronouncing “L” sounds. He was good looking, charming and able to sing but a poor provider. He was good at cooking, siring kids and womanizing.Mom, in contrast, was Filipina, four-foot nine inches short, strong.