.. well jean's, even down to the rivets; but not made of denim, made of some very thin black material, that the guys were wearing.Yeah I know! Why had...n't I noticed those jean things before, on the guys? Well ... why do you think?The women wore no bras; that was obvious, because of the sheerness of those shirts --dresses or whatever you like to call them -- they were wearing. But after careful and considered observation, Doug and I decided that they were wearing thongs beneath the leggings.. Usne apni do ungli mummy ki gand ke ched me dal di mummy aa aa kar rahi thi.mummy ki aisi awaze sun kar uski vasna badh rahi thi.vo dhire dhire mummy ki gand me ungli karne laga mummy apne boobs ko pakde masal rahi thi fir aslam chacha mummy ke upar let gaye aur apne lund ka topa mummy ki gand ke ched par rakh kar ek dhakka mara.mummy ckikh padi maine dekha ki uske lund ka topa mummy ke gand ke ched me chala gaya tha mummy ko dard ho raha tha kyuki aslam chacha ka lund bahut mota tha mummy ne. For the next hour or so I sat on the floor, trying to comprehend what was happening. Every once in awhile someone would come in and tease me with saying stuff like "Oh man, you should see what Robert is doing to your wife!" or "Man, I don't know if I would feel comfortable with watching Robert doing all that stuff to my wife, so good you can't watch, huh?" At this point had been locked to the floor for hours and I needed to be let out. Besides, I couldn't take the feeling in the pit of my. Legs tight and just a little muscular, like an athlete. “ Hey Sam,” I threw at her as she opened the door, “damn you look so nice,” leaning over to kiss her cheek, then offering the wine. “ Hi Stan, I am so glad you came,” her hand rests on my chest as I lean in for the kiss, she smiles, strokes my chest and then takes the wine bottle from me. Turning she heads back into the apartment as I follow, noticing that we seem to be alone. This makes my heart start to race. “ So what happened to the.