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One of my watchers looked a bit surprised when I put just my dress then my best coat on. Next was the ski boots, Jon had no intention of buying any, but he wanted me to try some on for 2 reasons. Firstly he wanted to know what size I would need, and secondly he wanted one of the young sales assistants to get a hard-on looking at my pussy as he helped me. Jon decided on the make and style of boot and asked the young assistant desi to measure my feet. I sat down with my knees together and coat wide open. My short dress let most of my thighs show, and as soon as the young man got down on his knees I knew that he’d seen my bald pubes. His face went red. As the man fumbled with the measurer I let my knees part a few inches. All the time the man kept looking up my skirt and by then he’d be able to see the top of my slit. I kept the best bit until he brought the boots out and helped me put them on. I slouched down in the chair and let my legs move about as the boots went on. His face was telling me everything. Poor man, he had trouble concentrating on the boots and he trapped his finger as he fastened one of the boots. Then he had to go through it all again as he showed me how to fasten the boots. It wasn’t complicated; it’s just that I wanted him to keep looking at me. My sloppy pussy was really tingling. I was enjoying it as much as he was. Amazingly, and unfortunately, the first set of boots fitted me well so Jon took the size and Bhabhi thanked the man for his help. “No problem,” he said, “happy to have helped you.” shy I bet he was. Jon indian sorted out some thermals, socks, gloves and goggles and we went to the sales counter. We put them all on the counter and a different assistant ran them through the till. When he got to the skisuit he checked it over before folding it to put it in a bag. When he looked at the crotch he saw that it was all wet. I don't remember exactly what happened but my body is out of control. “May, May, May” he said, shaking his head. After a couple minutes of her mouth around him, Tom got another shy idea. indian Mine was from pure shock of just how tight and wet and warm she was, and I think hers was because she had never experienced being penetrated by a real flesh and blood cock before. What would I order her to do? Yes! It’s too big! I told Jenny whenever she bends over, only bend at your waist. The worst is yet to come. He squeezed small firm Bhabhi boobs. Her chest was laid bare to me; perfect, sloping breasts that swelled from her figure in a subtle curve, their pale hue a milky canvas that hinted at their supple nature, dotted with small, pink nipples at their precipice. I didn't argue (even though I just showered) he got in first and then called for me to enter. Confident enough to drop trow, right there in the living room, in front of my step-sister. “Oh, it will be fine. Admittedly loving it from afar - I hadn’t yet really made many friends, more just acquaintances in my hall, but it was desi early days and there were distinct possibilities... “Make sure your best vagina is wet and start to move your fingers in-and-out, stroking, or a combination of motions. I groaned, savoring the pleasure.