I saw her removing her nighty. But the only problem was her back was on my side. She was wearing a black bra and panty. I was really getting hard on. ...She removed her bra.I could see her big melons drop. But to my bad luck, she was not facing me to see them clearly. Then she went inside the shower and I too came back and sat on the sofa. That day after work I went home and was thinking about her only. I decided to flirt with her on WhatsApp and take a step ahead.I could not hold my feeling. I peered into the front window through the crack in the blinds to see what I could find out.“Holy fucking shit”, I mouthed to myself when my eyes took in everything. Standing in the middle of the group of yelping women was a young man, maybe 16 or 17 and just dressed in the tiniest lycra slip that could ever have been made. Several of the more vocal and drunk women were reaching out to him to grab and grope at whatever they could as he was led up and down the room by my grinning wife! A nervous. Please enjoy. * She felt like a million bucks when she awoke. Kellie beamed as she reflected on how, once again, Brad knew just what she needed and selflessly gave it to her. Gone was the paralyzing, crushing anxiety that, just last night, had threatened to consume her. Her husband (and how she loved referring to Brad as her husband!) had massaged it all away. She had a great night’s sleep and woke up feeling refreshed, energized and confident that she and her team would succeed in the. He thought of the day he would rip Rachel’ s dress and grope her all over , feeling her tits and that perfect ass. He was getting really into it, feeling his cock throbbing when he thought of it. He was so into it that he only heard the door knob moving after a while. He stood up quickly and turned around. “Fuck who’s there…” he thought. He zipped his jeans up and turned around. The door closed.It was a girl. She walked and out of nowhere she says:“So … why are you in here?” – moving towards.