There was noneed for Helen to help. I kept everything in place with one hand andpulled up the gaff. Everything stayed in place."Thanks Emma," I said... giving her a small hug."My pleasure," she replied, with a smile. "I didn't have anyone to helpme learn, so I know how difficult it can be. Don't be worried aboutasking me for help if you need any more hints." But aren't you worried about spoiling things for the competition?"queried Helen."Not really as I won't be entering for best female. . ’ Ted leaned over and peeked through the slats. His eyes got big when he saw Betty removing her dress. ‘What?’ ‘Shhh,’ Bob whispered. ‘They don’t know we are watching?’ Ted knew he should turn away but the woman’s body was so perfect. Her breasts were round with no sag with high pointy nipples. ‘God.’ Bob chuckled as the dress dropped at her feet. At their angle they could see her full frontal nudity. Ted suddenly realized what he was doing and turned away. ‘I shouldn’t.’ Bob grabbed his. Will you forgive me?" I asked sincerely. She just nodded again.I took her and hugged her, she initially tried to break free but she wasn't struggling very hard. She did pound me in my sore shoulder and she has a strong enough punch to bruise me. It came close to hurting more than I could take, but I felt like I deserved it so I let her take her aggression out on me.I didn't have the slightest idea what she was feeling; only that she needed a friend right now. She ended up crying on my shoulder. As I opened the door..R: are you sure you want to leave??Me: haan to aur kya??R: No, I just thought that you would like to see some more… Saying this she raised her skirt a bit…I was a bit shocked by this, all of this looked like a dream to me.R: Nahi dekhna kya??I came back to my senses, I realised that this is reality) Although I terribly wanted to fuck her badly but somehow controlled my desires..Me: Yar I really can’t ditch your friend. I am sorry.R: I am not telling to ditch her. I am just.
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