Mai bola ke mai aap ke gar sart manjur hai denish bola teek hai wo bola ke mai tumhari maa se saadi karna cahata hu mai chuk gaya mai bola ke nahi ya ...kaise ho sakta hai maa ke umar dekho aur aap apni umar aap 24saal maa 45saal aap koi aur young ladki dekh lo denish bola ke sameer mujko ladkiyo mai koi intrest nahi hai mujko umardaraz mahila pasand hai wo bola ke tum meri bahan se saadi karna cahato ya nahi mai bola ha to denish bola ke to mujko bhi shoba chayia mai denish ke baat maan gaya mai. ” She sipped her drink and waited for him to strike up some conversation. “So, I was standing over there, and I couldn’t help but notice how amazing you look tonight.” Standing over there? Lame, lame, lame, he silently scolded. Give up now before you humiliate yourself even more. Chrissie giggled and flirtatiously touched his arm. “Why, thank you.” Ask her to dance, doofus. “I like this song. Do you like this song?” He nodded his head with the music “It’s a good song.” Chrissie giggled some. You try to keep quiet, but you can’t help letting a moan escape your lips. As my right hand takes care of your breasts, my left has began sliding down the front of your skirt. First, my fingers run down your clit, rubbing gently, around and around. ‘Don’t stop,’ you whisper in my ear. My fingers rub faster as I lift up your shirt and start kissing your lovely breasts. Giving the hard nipples a firm flick with my tongue. My hand below rubs its way further down, my fingers soaking in the sweet. "Why is Trish on the table?" I ask Pam and Abbey."She's our cake silly," Abbey giggles at me."But she is naked under that frosting!" What the fuck is the matter with everyone?"Look at your self Maggie," grins Pam.My God. As I look in the mirror I see myself dressed in the in a black micro-skirt with sheer black hose and my five inch heeled knee high boots. My top is made of a gauzy somewhat sheer material with the two large spade shaped patches covering her nipples. My lacy black bra pushes up.