The smell of your perfume is intoxicating. We flick through rail after rail of suits. I can take it no more. I lean forward. “I want you here and n...ow, follow me,” I whisper. Your eyes close for a moment, I know just the sound of my voice can make you wet. I pick up two suits, take hold of your hand, I walk toward the changing room, My breathing is becoming more rapid, as I focus on the task at hand. “Wait here, I’ll come and get you in a minute,” I murmur in your ear. I collect a token from. .. We both knew what the other thinks and what he wants. Incidentally, both wanted the same thing. My colleague began to dance and laugh out loud - amused by the situation, then slammed on the couch completely naked and desfacandu her long legs.He shaved pussy like me and smelled of deodorant intimately with tropical fruit flavor. I carefully took the tube of cream and I "downloaded" just below the navel them. Perhaps the cream was still cold, because my friend icnit short and began to laugh. Mathew ordered: “Finger your cunt, slut!” Vanessa slipped her middle finger deep into her pussy, she gasped loudly when she found her erect clit urging to be stimulated. By now Monica was sucking on his cock deep throat, taking it all the way deep inside, while flicking his balls. Vanessa never stopped gasping and panting while working on her slit. Finally Mathew reached his orgasm, Monica groaned feeling his massive cock begin to swell up in her hand! “I’m going to cum!” Whispered a shaking. And so that is what led me to take these photos - so I could send them to this guy who wanted to see me all dressed up. What I forgot to do was to delete the photos.When she found them all hell broke loose. She wanted to know what the hell I was doing, why I was dressing up in her clothes when I had started, was I seeing someone, was I gay? It almost ended us. It was that close. I told her that it was a one-off thing and I confessed to her that I used to do it as a k** and it was a curious.