” A bit of retail therapy did me good. I returned home with several slutty outfits to choose from. The following evening I picked out a skimpy black... dress from my new purchases to wear. It was a halter dress, exposing my entire back showing off my lower back tattoo (aka tramp stamp) nicely. The hemline barely covered the ‘goods’, and the neckline plunged down almost to my navel. I chose a pair of hot pink stilettos to go with it. I showered, applied make-up, and straightened my short nearly. I turn round, kneeling on the bed, looking at this beautiful woman spread out in her heels and stocking, my cock standing proud in front of me. I move down, stroking your leg as I move up between your legs, bending low and kissing your wet pussy. My tongue lapping up her juices and teasing her clit. My hands slide beneath her, grabbing her ass and moving her slightly to give my tongue better access. It also allows my fingers to reach her ass hole. My tongue slips into her pussy as a finger. I also realise he wasn’t the only one watching what was going on! Somehow my bra was unclipped, my dress was pulled down and my bra was removed, I tried to cover my big tits but the guys pulled my hands away sucking on my stiff nipples and playing with my big tits. I felt so exposed and yet so horny, I had lost track of how many times I had came as the group fingered me and played with me. The first guy pulled me towards him and positioned me so I was straddling him. I looked down to see his. Probably my favourite were a skimpy white satin pair, with knickers which tied at the side. I’d often imagined untying them and watching them slide down her soft pale thighs, clinging for a second to her wet pussy before dropping to the floor.Anyway, after what seemed like an age, the time had come for us to stay over at my aunt and uncle’s house on the other side of town. I packed a few things and she drove us there in her little blue hatch-back. She looked lovely as always. She rarely wore.