Marne ko fir usne rita ko choomna shuru kiya or bola ki jaaker vase line laane ko main samajh gaya ki woh rita ki gaand marega mera bhi ekdum poore jo...r main khada ho gaya rita ke vaseline laate hi usn mujhe bola ki isse mere lund per malish ker maine uske lund ki maalish ki to usne mujhe pakad ker bister per gira diya woh mujhse bahut takatwar tha main dar gaya samajh gaya aaj ulta ho gaya hai mian rita ki gaaand marne ki soch reha tha or woh meri gaand fadega maine bahut bola ki main aisa. But then I upped the ante on her."Topless!"She sighed, turned around facing me, and put her arms up then reached down and pulled her top off over her head. "Is this what you wanted to see?" Taking hold of her tits and shaking them at me. Then she completed her dare. Five topless suicide squats.She walked back and plopped down next to me on the couch. She just sat there, arms crossed looking at me. "Are you going to give me my top back?" Pointing at the top she had been wearing that was now in. I noticed that there was a mirror thoughtfully placed on the wall next to the bed. She went on for about a minute, when I decided to stop her."Nikki, that feels incredible, but I really want to take care of you first."She slithered her tongue on the underside of my cock increased the pressure for about fifteen seconds. For a sliver of a moment, I thought I might lose control right there, but she then pulled off as she let her mouth make a popping sound."Charley, you're such a sweet guy. Are you. So while she quickly showered and dressed, I made myself a good strong gin and tonic. Just a little bottled courage, if you know what I mean.Amy emerged wearing the black twin to my dress, which looked great with her golden blond hair. I could tell that she had worn the corset to get the best fit from the dress, and thought a bit smugly that I hadn't needed one.We went to a quiet, stylish restaurant, down by the river. Amy was right, every male we saw, man or boy, eyed us up and down. I thought.