Maine pehle uski shairt utane ko kaha wo jab shirt utarti hai to dosto meri bolti band ho jati ho dooh jaisi white body aur uske boobs bra ke bahar aa...ne ki koshish kar rehe the, main to unko dekh kar sab kuch bhool gaya , bus uske boobs pe nazar thi phir main uske paas gaya aur uski bra ko phar dala, ab uske boobs mere samne the, bade bade unke daane aise khare the ki pooch mat main bhi kisi bache ki tarah unko bahut der tak choosta raha, uske baad maine kaha ki apni salwar utaro, dosto usne. It was during work drinks on a Friday evening that Amy asked me how my search for a PA was going. I told her my intentions of appointing someone who was a little older and very experienced. She looked at me strangely. “After all my advances, I was convinced that you were not interested in older women?” I almost dropped my drink. What did she mean? What advances? I will admit, I was always horny as hell when we were out together, she would always brush my arm, put her hand on my leg when. We’re here to relax, and they are cheap and I enjoy it”“I’m sure”“What does that mean?” The daggers were obvious coming out of her eyes when she said this.“Nothing, just go, I’ll see you when you get back.”“Fine” she said as she practically ran out the door and slammed it behind her. I could hear the car rolling on the gravel driveway as she pulled out. I figured she’d be gone for a good 2-3 hours again as it took 30 minutes just to get to the massage place and then she usually stopped and did. We used to live in a very quiet place in the UK – but with quite enclosed gardens. Our next door neighbours had two great looking daughters – one around 16 and the other a few years older. Both were attractive – not stunning – but as a young guy of 14 (at the time) enough to make me take notice.The older one, Beverly, was quite tall, long chestnut-coloured hair, shapely and liked to look after herself. One way she did this was to sunbathe in the garden – and as this was in the UK, this didn’t.