During band breaks Mark and I compared notes on the women we were dancing with and their behavior and bemoaned the fact that there were several that w...e would have liked to separate from the herd, but that they were all married and here with their husbands. One in particular had us drooling. Marcy was the wife of our general manager and she was pissed at her drunken husband and she was showing her anger by flirting with Mark and me. When we danced with her she would press her ample breasts into. She felt very happy seeing me showering gifts on her birthday.Varsha- Raj you are so sweet but why gift for me?Me- You are now my friend, bhabhi. I can do this much atleast for you.Varsha- But Raj this dress looks costly.Me- Bhabhi please don’t see the price.Varsha- Oh, it’s nice.Me- Not till you wear it. Please try once for me.Varsha- But Raj it looks a little short. I feel awkward.Me- Don’t worry. Just two of us our here no one will come to know.Varsha- Ok Raj wait.She went inside her room to. I think you are too." "It's not easy to be a prince." "No it's not, but I think it's something we should all strive to be. You and Scotty are closer than most men." There was a moment of silence and then Maureen said, "You still haven't finished your story." Ginger said, "You're right. After Steve warned me that he was about to cum I pulled his cock out of my mouth and stroked him while he ejaculated on my tits. I've never met a guy who didn't get excited about cumming on my tits." Maureen. This need was in competition to my desire to get back to the CFNM, that I had discovered at Joan's, but had been unable to replicate back in Sydney. Eventually Joan convinced my mother, and myself more easily, that paid work was available up north, and so that is where I ended up. Ever since my final exams, I had been lusting over the possibility of being naked amongst people, anyone really, and for me to be the only one naked. I enjoyed being naked with the boys, but they had also all been.