The spasms rippled through her tight pussy, her sexual oils dripping onto the bed. Her pussylips gripped and flexed, tightened and loosened, squeezing... time and again at his lunging prick. Her orgasm rumbled through her exquisite, petite body, making her mind spin with ecstasy. She yelped, and wailed, almost screaming with rapture.“Misty…. aaaahhh!” Devan groaned, gritting his teeth. “Mmmmooooohh, Misty…. what are you doing?”“Ooooohhh…. Mom showed me this…. do you like it…. oooohh, Shit…. I like. My chin dropped. A bra, pants andgarter belt set in the same colour as the panties I was wearing. A pairof shiny navy blue stockings and a knee length satin wrap that was openat the front and a pair of navy mules. I had not seen any of theseclothes before. She had sorted her hair and makeup. She was any manswet dream. Boy, was I lucky."You like?" What's not to like? Been shopping?" Yes popped out at lunch time. I liked the colour and thought that youmight appreciate the outfit. Are you. They parted, Alan got his drink and decided to leave the kitchen, thinking that his presence made Ms. Kelly uncomfortable. As the hour grew late, the crowd in the house began to thin. As his friends left Alan would walk them to their car, and his dad did the same when his work colleagues left. Around nine o’clock he saw a bunch of people leave, and Ms. Kelly was at the coat rack which had been placed in the foyer, another loan from the funeral home. He excused himself from conversation had had. In no time, Priya emptied Malti’s breast and got up. She led Malti to her bedroom, where both the Priya unhooked the remaining hooks of Malti’s blouse and freed both the breasts. Malti, too reached to Priya’s blouse and unhooked it. Priya’s breasts were also big but a little smaller than Malti’s. Both were almost topless and hugged tightly.Malti took Priya’s breast and sucked it, but there was no milk. Yet she, too, sucked as hungrily as a child. Priya again reached to suck Malti’s other breast.