Krystal's story

Krystal blushed at being asked such a direct question. “There was this one time when I was in my final year of highschool. I'd gone to the mall shopping. I needed new clothes and had to get some new underwear. I like to wear sexy stuff and I was in Victoria's Secret. I'd picked out this matching pair of baby blue bra and panties. I noticed this guy was watching me.” She explained.

“Go, on.” Mary encouraged.

“He was an older guy and pretty handsome. I guessed he was just shopping for his wife. Every so often he would check me out. Normally I would probably have just moved to a different part of the store. I don't know why but it just stirred something inside me. Eventually he approached me. Whispered into my ear that I was a hot little thing and if he got to see me in them he would buy me any lingerie I wanted.”

Marcus was already picturing Krystal in just her underwear.

“As we we're talking he ran his hand up my thighs onto my ass. I almost melted at his touch. I told him yes. He snuck off into the changing rooms. I grabbed a few other pieces and joined him in the changing room. I still couldn't believe what I was doing. I stripped for him and I could see he was hard. I put on the baby blue set for him. Then he started touching me. Kissing my neck, groping my tits, fingering me. He got his cock out and made me ride him right there in the changing room.”

“Peut-être que la rousse n'est pas si innocente après tout?” Jean commented.

Marcus was still stunned at Krystal's dirty story and failed to realise it was his turn again.

“Marcus. Truth or dare.” Krystal shouted.

“Sorry, a little distracted.” He replied. “Dare.”

“Take off your pants.” Mary demanded.

Marcus stood up. Undoing his belt and letting his pants drop to the floor. He kicked them to one side. He had on a pair of boxers, which so far were managing to cover his semi-erect cock. He sat back down on the sofa.

As soon as Marcus had sat down Jean cried out “Dare.”

“Why don't you come over here and kiss me?” Jasmine told him.

“Thing are getting a little hotter.” Mary commented.

Jean got up off the sofa and walked over to Jasmine. He leant in and kissed her deeply. Jasmine moaned softly as the Frenchman's tongue explored her mouth. Their tongues embraced passionatly. Marcus could tell Jasmine was getting very turned on by the kiss. After a minute of passionate kissing the two of them broke apart. Jean returned back to his place on the sofa.

“My turn again.” Jasmine said happily. “Dare.”

“Take off your top.” Marcus suggested.

Without saying a word Jasmine reached behind her back undid the ties on her halter neck top. Letting it fall down to around her waist. The Peruvian girl was not wearing a bra and for a moment everyone's eyes were on Jasmine's precious little B cup breasts.

“Truth, I think this time.” Mary said.