Pallavi was stunning. 5”7 and measuring 38-34-38.She was shapely and voluptuous. Like a hot and tall actress. With large light brown areolas and ere...ct nipples. Without waiting, she intertwined with each other, kissing passionately. She muttered, “I am already wet.”Karan decided to enter. In missionary, he pulled her closer and slowly but firmly went in. Deep and with thrusting movements, trying to arouse her. Grabbing her palms, he kept thrusting on her wonderful breasts.“Wow!” He. He wasthinner, too. I could see it on the arm in front of his face. And onhis chest. Theo was a jock. He ran; he lifted weights. He was allmuscle._Was_ all muscle.That was gone. He was skinny, now skinnier than me. The same with hislegs. They were like matchsticks compared to what they had been. Hispants - what was left of them - were so big on him now that they slippeddown some, and he had to grab them, hold them with one hand, so theywouldn't fall off. Even his face got thinner. It. I had spent most of my exhibitionist life being both envied and disliked by the majority of my own sex, what with micro mini skirts when in my teens and deep revealing necklines in later years, but this Company dinner dance was the first time I had completely bared my breasts from my first entrance.“You look stunning love.” my husband assured me under his breath “breath in and stick your chest out.”Don’t get me wrong, I had been both topless and naked on Spanish beaches for years, but that was. Since I've been out on my own. But with her it was different. She has been a girl a lot longer than she was a boy (her parents were very supportive and basically let her dress how she wished starting in middle school) So with her not only did I have a willing partner. But I had a coaching and supportive partner to show me how to sit. How to walk. How to be basically. She never really pushed me to be feminine. But I both enjoyed how I felt, how I looked, and basically had a confidence I didn't.