I guess its intended recipient wasn’t a double D. It fit me, but only just. There were little wrinkles between each button where my boobs were strai...ning against the cotton. If one of the buttons went, it would have someone’s eye out. After putting on the blazer and tie, I searched through my hosiery draw for a pair of white socks. “Ah perfect,” I said, as I found two white, knee-high socks. I put my hair in two pig tails and stood in front of the mirror. I might be 22 but I passed for 16. OK,. I asked if she wanted me to play with myself (with an accompanying smiley) and she said that it was embarrassing but pretty hot when she knew I was doing it. I told her that I might do that for her the next time we chatted and that was the end of that.A couple of days later I ran into her online again. After some general chitchat she asked if I remembered what I had told her the last time we talked. I decided to be coy about it and asked what she meant. She said that I had told her that I would. She groaned as I pushed my cock all the way inside and started to fuck her butt.“Yeah man, fuck her ass hard. She loves getting butt fucked.”Her husband seemed to be hornier than his wife and I put together. It made me laugh as he made a running commentary of me fucking her.“Slam that cock in her ass, yes. Fuck, that looks so hot. Baby, is he fucking your ass good? I bet that feels great.”He seemed to be egging me on and that suited me fine. I held tightly on Jane’s hips and slammed my cock. Mohan had a special liking for my daughter Vedha . He used to tell her some stories and jokes whenever possible. Due to my work as a marketing manager I had to travel to many places .this kept I tied to my work much of the time. Since being a new place I had plenty of additional work . The only time I would get free was Sunday. Time flew by and coming to the important part of my story…. It was nearly one year after we had settled in the new place and I had become much acquainted with my work.