Rahul stared at them like a hungry man staring at delicacies. Putting her thumbs inside the waistband on either side of her waist, Rajashree bent down... from her waist to pull down her pantie.As she did so, her boobs hanged firmly from her chest swaying left and right. Stepping out of her pantie, Rajashree picked it up and put it aside with her bra. Rahul looked at them and saw a tag on the bra saying ’34C’.Rajashree once again stepped inside the bathtub when Rahul saw her trimmed pubic hairs and. ...), so sex was never discussed and his very limited almost nonexistent previous experience of any sexual pleasures. He was loving being in his current position, he was accepting of all of it and knew he would accept all that was to come from Lisa’s comments.“Look at that James...my slut boyfriend is a natural at sucking cock. Don’t cum yet though, he’s already tasted you from my cunt....I think you should fill his slutty ass, make him a proper cum-whore. It will good for him to learn to feel. We were all getting along great, all telling each other stories, although Mandy’s, Abigail’s and mine were mainly about us being naked in places that most women wouldn’t dream of.As the stories went on I realised that my right hand was on my pussy and my fingers were gently rubbing my clit. Not enough to make me cum, but enough to make me feel nice.It turned out that Mandy and Abigail were university friends and that they were spending their summer on Mandy’s father’s yacht which he’d parked. I wouldn’t let a rotting, stinking old gutter dwarf beat me.With a grim smile tugging at my lips, I sorted my thoughts. Storm Harbour was also known as “The Crescent by the Sea” and the Craftsmen’s Quarter was near the southern tip of the city. Even if I had not consciously walked the way yet, I knew the basic layout of the city well enough. I could follow Trident Road up towards the central market and make my way along Temple Run.But there were way too many people there. It was Market Day, and.