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Lekin mujhe ek bahut bda jhtka lga jb usne apni bra kholne k lie dono hath piche kiye. Mera dimag chlna bnd ho gya n srf samne jo chal rha tha uspe dhyn tha. Isse phle ki kuch hota usne mujhe awaz lgayi:Anjali-“Ashish, do min andr aoge kya..?”Me-“Han ata hu”M andr gya to usne apni kameez apne boobs k upr aise hi rkh li chupane k lie n boliAnjali-“Ashish, mujhe chkkr aa rhe hai n m apni bra kholna chahti hu ta k thoda relief ho lekin hook khol nahi pa rhi hu, kya thodi help kroge”Mere dil me laddoo futne lgeMe-“Han tm back meri trf kro”Usne apni sexy naked back meri trf kri jise dkh mera mn kiya ki abhi licking shuru kr du uski back pe. Lekin mene control kiya n uski bra k hooks khole. Mere dimag me ab ye aa rha tha ki kb vo apni kameez side kregi n tshirt pehnegi. M soch hi rha tha ki vo boliAnjali-“Ashish, tum jao bahr vaps ab, m change krk bulati hu tumko”Mujhe bahut dukh hua n m vhi drwaze pe ja k khda ho gya n dkhne lga. Usne apni black bra kameez ko age rkh k e nikali n tshirt b. Easing away from her he winked, and then said with a small grin, "Lady, this has been a very expensive day for me. I spent over ten bucks on this suit alone! Can I see what I got for all that money?"It seemed to have been the right thing to say. Daintily, she stuck out the tip of her tongue and then spun around so that her back was to him. "The least you can do is help out, mister. There's a zipper back there somewheres you can pull. You do know how zippers work, don't you, mister?"Finding the zipper, he gently pulled it down, fascinated to find that it ran down almost to her shapely buttocks. Then he carefully undid the hook at the top of the dress allowing it to gape open in the back. Since the dress was strapless, Cathy just let it drop to the floor, stepped out of it, and then turned to face him. Now all she was wearing were her shoes, white stockings, a white garter belt and a white bikini. She looked at him with a question in her eyes. He just whistled softly and held out his.
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