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Honolulu Jacks, what can I say about the place? Just imagine fast food fake luau served “family style” and then imagine being at a table full of hungry soccer players! I barely ate anything but wasn’t upset. I spent most of the evening laughing and flirting with Heather. “Can we catch a ride back with you Paula?” Heather asked.“Yeah sure, as long as you don’t mind riding in a piece of shit.” “I’m sure it’s cool.” Heather laughed. “Ok, that’s a piece of shit.” Heather laughed. I had to laugh with her. “Just kick the shit on the floor out of your way.” I instructed, “An old boyfriend fixed it up and sold it to me for like nada. It’s the best I can do.”“Yeah, but it’s a cool piece of shit.” Simon said.“Thanks.” I smirked. We all piled in. “God, it is fucking hot.” Heather commented. “I know, fuck this.” I said and pulled off my top. “Holy shit! People are going to see!” One of the guys in the back said. “See what? They will probably just think it’s a long haired boy.” I cut on myself, knowing no one would disagree. “Now if Heather were to take off her top, that would be something to stop traffic!” Heather pulled off her top, with some degree more difficulty than I did and not to mention that she wore a sports bra she had to remove as well. Her classic breasts hit the open air and I had the best view in the house. “Whooohoooo!” We both yelled.“Set the girls free! Set the girls FREE!” We all chanted. The boys even joined istanbul travesti in and took off their tops. We made a point of driving down the highway as much as possible before we got back to Heather’s place. We did have a few cars try to follow us, one kept up with us for quite a while forcing Heather to cover up most of the way. “Chicken!” I yelled. At Heather’s place we locked ourselves in the basement. I was mostly relieved knowing that there was no way that their dad would come in and we might have an uncomfortable moment. Heather was once again fully dressed but it did nothing to stop my desire. I, on the other hand, didn’t see a reason to put my top back on so I kept it off. I had long enough hair to cover what little there was to see, but it didn’t stop the guys from staring at me the entire time. A bottle of tequila was pulled out of somewhere and we started playing quarters while we watched some stupid horror movie. Heather and her horror stuff! “Well we can’t play to strip, Paula is already almost naked.” “I can put something back on if it means I can force Heather to get naked. Plus I thought the point of quarters was to get drunk?”“Yeah, unless you play it the way we do. Usually its drinks and you gotta take something off.” “But there’s only 2 girls and 4 boys, I think we are at a disadvantage.” “Ok, how about let’s play you make it, everyone drinks and you pick someone to do a dare?”“Ha! Let’s do it!” I yelled. istanbul travestileri Little did they know, I am highly skilled at bouncing a quarter into a shot glass. I made the first one. Everyone took a drink and of course you know where I went.“Heather has to take off her top and leave it off. I mean bare, no bra.” I laughed.“Oh you bitch!” “Hey, I’m tired of being the only one with tits getting ogled.” Heather once again pulled off her top and I joined the guys in watching the most amazing pair of perfect breasts be freed from bondage. Heather sat back down at the table and tried to curl down so that her hair covered her huge breasts but with little success.“I’m so going to get you.” She whispered.The next round when to one of Simon’s friends.“I dare the girls to kiss.”“Finally.” I exclaimed. Heather and I leaned over, giving the boys a much finer show of Heather’s breasts than my own. I was able to finally get my lips on hers. She was as sweet tonight as she had been the night before and even when she tried to sit back, I leaned forward letting my tongue explore her mouth just a touch longer. The boys showed their support with the appropriate cat calls and applause. Simon looked only slightly nervous. The next round went to Heather! I was surprised! I wasn’t as good at this game as I thought I was or I was already getting buzzed.“Paula has to get completely naked and walk outside to the street and back!” Heather was going for the embarrassment travesti istanbul factor. Ok, fine. I kicked off my shoes and unbuttoned my jeans. With a few wiggles I was out of them and completely nude. It was already dark, thank God, and with a sudden rush I ran to the street, touched and ran back. Only one car passed as I made my mad dash up and down the drive but I don’t think they saw anything. “God girl, you are crazy!” “Hey, it’s your neighbors, not mine.” I slurred. Yes, already a little toasted.“Fucking hot.” One of the guys said.“Ok, let’s get back to playing.” Sitting naked in front of everyone, we bounced quarters, moving around the table twice before getting anyone sober enough to make the glass. It was another of the guys.“I want to see Paula suck on Heather’s nipples.” “Hey!” Simon said.“I think they just want to see us fuck.” I said to Heather.“I think I just want to fuck you.” Heather said back.“Then what are we waiting for.” I replied and jumped over on top of Heather. Once again the guys crowded around as I made a mad panicked attempt at removing Heather’s jeans. She lifted her hips to help me and in minutes she was out of them and her luscious little body was exposed but for little blue panties. I heard one of the guys say something to Simon about watching his sister but if he objected or even replied, I didn’t hear. Heather whispered in my ear, “I want you to go down on me again. I can’t stop thinking about it.”“You like having people watch huh?” I asked her.“Yeah.” She replied.I parted her thighs and licked slowly up her little warm, damp panties. She smelled sweet, intoxicating and I could feel the folds of her creamy little pussy under the light blue fabric. I didn’t even care when I felt hands on my ass I was so focused on Heather.
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