Mom said I could wear this when we practiced the dances as long as I didn't try to distract Steve too much. I haven't figured out what she means by 't...oo much' yet" laughed Stephanie. "If you and Lisa don't make him forget what he's doing, I don't think my outfit will affect him too badly. But it is fun trying, isn't it?"Steve was wearing a pair of Dockers and a short-sleeved shirt that fit tight enough to display his upper body strength. He took turns with all three girls. He did some lifts. Becky was a blonde not chubby nor thick, maybe between thick and your normal girl with tits bigger than any other girl of her age I'd say C cups. Brian was the textbook bad boy, always getting into trouble and girls were drawn to that big time. The night before Brian and Becky talked about getting drunk the next day from Becky's parents liquor cabinet as her parents were gone to work. Well the next day Becky called us and Brian and I rode our bicycles over to her house and she decided to start. The two had collapsed to the ground, legs entwined as each struggled to bring the other to orgasm. By now, the already-impressive breasts of their Celebrity-template had begun to ripen and expand. Clear-oiled (The more tanned Angelina) had rounded assets large enough to contain a full bowl of cereal each, while her thrashing, blue-sparkled rival beneath her had swelled her mams to a little larger than grapefruit size. Clear-oil was on top, but blue-sparkly ground her fingers into the churning. My legs and arms were shaven and waxed and even as I walked the narrow stairway of his empty office I could feel the familiar wetness in my legs.The door to the upstairs cabin was closed but not latched and as I reached the final landing I heard faint moans and the sound of bangles. Smiling to myself I walked to the door on light feet and gently held the door ajar to see what Ranaji was up to.From the ajar door I could see the large table and the Indian takkiya load besides it. Ranaji was on.