And then Cynthia added “And if he feels that way then so do I Grace,” she said smiling. “Honestly…you feel that way too?” Grace said. “Sur...e I do,” Cynthia came back. Oddly she added “Even I’d make love to you.” With that Cynthia and Grace stared at one another as Grace thought about it all. “I mean that dear.” Me, her making love Grace asked herself. Come on, no way…really? I couldn’t ever see that. As a result of her saying that and Grace’s reaction to the comment, Cynthia reached out for. And that was it. Chicken breast after chicken leg after chicken wing. Tracey soon got into the rhythm of it. Boring, monotonous jobs like this was all the work she’d ever had, and soon the rhythm and routine overcame any sense of meaning and purpose. Buttercup however was far less adept than her, and had great difficulty in getting into any routine. She was packing one piece of chicken for every three that Tracey packed, and the plastic was creased and too loose. She began to weep with. By this time my mouth was kissing and almost licking right up to her very high hemline, and in fact pushing that hemline even higher. I was in heaven! Those thighs had been the source of many hours of fantasy. I loved the way she showed them off, and I could have stared forever at the glorious beauty. To kiss them had seemed an incredible dream. And now..."Honey," Mom said softly, taking my face in both hands and lifting it up, "tomorrow is your birthday, the big day. I think we'd better stop. Sharp at 5 the doorbell rang and I opened the door for my sweamy wearing the nightie that accentuated every curve I had. Akhil slammed the door shut and hugged me right away.His big hands kneaded my buttocks raising my nightie and our mouths met in a passionate kiss.As we kissed I fumbled for his shirt buttons and pulled open his shirt and pulled down his trousers right in the living room only.Akhil raised my nightie and took it off and threw me on the sofa on my bra and panties.Next moment I.