tall dark haired european girl with two old men

She tucked two pillows under the back of my head so that my head was angled so that I could see the foot of the bed. I gently tested my restraints and found that although loose as promised, my movement was limited to swaying slightly from side to side. Once my "host" felt I was properly positioned, she went to the foot of the bed and began to slowly undress. She began by unbuttoning her blouse to reveal a white lace bra. Next she pulled down her slacks, all the while, staring me straight in the eyes. Next she turned and slowly bent over, showing me her big ass which was barely covered by her white cotton panties. She slowing began to pull them down to reveal her huge pillowy ass cheeks. Turning, she caught me licking my lips and said "like what you see so far?". I just nodded and gave her my best lecherous grin. Sally arrived home from her trip feeling tired, but more importantly, randy - it had been a few days since she had engaged in any form of sexual activity - she had been tempted to pop into the loo on the train in order to play with herself but had finally decided against it as it would not be long before she arrived home. She was wearing a black skirt which reached to just above her knees and on top she wore a white blouse covered by a light fawn coloured jumper. This latter was somewhat tight and outlined her breasts in such a way to make their size obvious, forming as they did, constrained by her bra, two luscious looking mounds. The sun shone on Sally's thick red hair as she rang the door-bell. Her key was buried somewhere in her bag and in any case she wanted to see who, if anyone, was at home. The door was soon answered and it opened to reveal Sandra standing there. She was dressed in a white shirt and a short blue skirt. Her beautiful long golden-blonde hair was tied with a blue ribbon and hung below her shoulders. Sally smiled at her. As always, the sight of her young niece cheered her up. Sandra returned the smile, being glad to see Sally. - Hello. Are you alone. Sally asked as Sandra made room for her to pass into the house. - Yes. Everyone else is out. Sandra answered. As they moved into the kitchen, Sally related the rather uninteresting events of her journey to Sandra, who wasted no time in finding and pouring a soft drink for Sally and herself. As her eyes adjusted to the comparative darkness inside the house, Sally regarded Sandra's body as it moved around the kitchen, preparing the drink. Her eyes seemed to fix automatically on Sandra's chest and she quietly admired her young, growing breasts. Sally noted approvingly that Sandra was not wearing a bra - not of course that she had any need of one. Her small breasts were perfectly firm. By now the drinks were ready and Sally drank hers, enjoying the cold refreshment. Then once again she resumed her account and as she spoke, she again could not help looking at Sandra who stood there - this time it was not just her breasts which were the object of Sally's lustful attentions - but also the way her slim hips curved to form her waist. Sandra saw the movement of Sally's eyes over her body and smiled to herself. Sally finished her drink and then placed the glass down on the table. Then she raised her hands behind her head and stretched in a movement that she knew would push her breasts into prominence - mainly through having spent the best part of an hour practising the movement in front of her bedroom mirror one recent afternoon. Sally naturally was unable to resist and, as Sandra had intended, stared at the display. Sandra's breasts were small, but they were well shaped being very much the size and shape of small apples. They were perfect for her slim body. As Sandra eased from her stretch, her eyes caught those of Sally as they looked up. Both girls smiled simultaneously - it was obvious that they were thinking along the same lines. It was just a matter of who would be the first to break the somewhat thin ice.

tall dark haired european girl with two old men