Icouldn't get over the feeling of the panties tight but not restricting andvery silky feeling, the feel of the filled bra weighing down on my chestjig...gling as I moved. Once I regained my composure I walked out to whereAmy was standing and spun around she said nice but you're not done yet shethen told me to sit down and handed me a pair of black stockings and said"these are an old pair of my stocking I want to show you how to put them onwithout running them" she then told me to roll them up. I was trying not to be weird about it, but she was obviously reading something. She laughed as if she was trying to make me feel comfortable, then came over behind me and said, "Here, I'll just hold it up to you and you can see if you think it will fit."Sitting behind me, she d****d the top across my front, holding it against my breasts to check the neckline. Her warm hands pressing against my boobs made me breathless."You like it?" She asked. "It feels really nice," I said absently, my vagina. Imminently, Debbie and Vonna got into it. First was a lot of yelling, then pushing, then a fight. I thought about trying to stop it but thought they probably needed to work it out by themselves. Besides, I was enjoying it. It was getting intense and clothes were being ripped off and handfuls of hair were being pulled! My wife, a little overweight, and not very strong seemed to be loosing the battle. Vonna had ripped off my wife’s blouse and bra by now, and as they wrestled, her big tits. I quickly glance back at the mirror my reflection is no longer there. My body looked back at eyes red as the ones in the mirror. I was now standing in the living area, there she was there looking for a missing bag I suppose. He walked up behind her, "Hey Sara!" "What the fuck do you want assholes?" "Tsk tsk tsk what a foul mouth on such a pretty girl." She was a pretty girl skinny small A-cup and a small butt barely enough to cup. "Mind coming to my room for a min. I've got something I need to.