She: thnku but kya fayda unhe to apne kaam se tym nhi.I took it as a green signal.I: to hm kya mar gye hShe turned and looked me in my eye. Phle to me... dar gya ki mene kch galat to ni bola but thn suddenly unhone mjhe pkda or kiss kr liya, aaahh kya lips the, hm aise hi 5 min tk kiss krta rhe. Mene unke boobs dbane shuru kr die, or unka blouse or bra utar dia, she was topless now. She had a smile on her face. Mene unke boobs muh m liye or nipple katne lga, she was moaning in pleasure. Mene unke. “I could just make myself-““You could, Jenny,” she interrupted, “but it will be so much better if I’m there, watching. Am I right?”I didn’t answer right away. She was silent as well, confident, perhaps, that, eventually, I would give in. And, of course, she was right.“Yes. Miss.”“Then come here, pet. Hurry. And Jenny?”“Yes?” I managed, my throat suddenly dry.“Dressed exactly as you are. Now, hurry, before I change my mind and make you wait for a few days.”My phone went suddenly silent,. I thought, before showing up, that I wouldn't like them much. Not Dave, I don't mean, but his harem. Most guys I'd met on the radio were married to battle-axes of various sorts, and I'd assumed Marg would begrudge the time Dave spent on the air. I was wrong. She was charming, and I could see how Dave fell for her.Lindy was an intelligent, pretty young woman with a mischievous glint in her eye. I couldn't quite work out whether I should treat her like a girl or a woman, and Marg confided at some. "Or lack of modesty."Rather rudely, Jen pointed at a morbidly obese man some distance away. "He's got bigger tits than me. Clearly, neither modesty nor self-esteem is required. Wimp!" Laughing to herself, she pulled her t-shirt over her head, shaking out her hair. "I also know for fact that you don't have any tan lines. Ah-hem," she said, coughing pointedly into a delicate fist."Privacy fences and tree cover," the brunette muttered by way of explanation.Curiously, Jahn asked. "We don't have an.