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(Based on a true story.  Names changed to protect the not-so-innocent).We stood panting and laughing, all three of us were soaked to the skin.  As I looked towards the two girls, I noticed that underneath their soaking wet tops, neither Lydia nor Carol were wearing bras.I just kept staring at the site of these two women.  I could not help myself.  At that moment, I was a very happy bunny, but not as happy as I would be later that day.Let me explain the circumstances.I had known Lydia for a number of months.  We had met at work, and we got on amazingly well.  At first, we just used to laugh and joke a lot, but soon I was visiting her at her home when her husband was working abroad.We would play squash together and I remember she always wore a little pair of shorts which had split up the sides, meaning every time she had to stoop for a shot, I got a great view of her terrific arse.  I played a lot of drop shots during those games!Lydia had short brown hair, a face of a cherub, and a lovely body.  She was great fun to be around.  It did not take long for me to realise I was falling for her.  However, as I said, she was married, and I did not feel it was right for me to get romantically involved with her.Her best mate Carol became a really good friend of mine.  She was quite thin, with short blonde hair, but was sexy as hell.Lydia was due to move out of her house to set up home in Holland with her husband, Mark, who had moved over there for work.  I was not fond of him, but hey, the feeling was mutual.I told Lydia I would rent her house, whilst she was away.  My mate Roger and I were going to move in and share the costs.  Lydia was very happy that a couple of friends would be living in her house.  However, Mark was not too keen that one of those people was me.A farewell party was due to take place in a couple of weeks when Mark would be back home.  Once more, he was not happy.  He did not want me invited to the party, but as Lydia said, tough shit, I was coming. So, Ümraniye Escort how did I get to be in a house with two young, beautiful, braless women?As Lydia was due to move house soon, she had invited Carol and me around to help with some of the packing.  We managed to do a bit, but we were not very efficient, I think the drink and the hot weather got in the way.In the afternoon, Lydia decided she needed to water her outdoor tomatoes, and show me how to look after them.We had gone outside, and Lydia had switched on the hose to spray the plants.  Carol and I were chatting, when all of a sudden Lydia had turned the hose on us.  Carol got the first blast, screamed, and ran inside, I had tried to wrench the hose from Lydia, but only succeeded in getting wetter.I eventually managed to turn the hose onto her and gave her a good soaking.  She screamed and laughed and tried to escape.  I had shown no mercy until, that is, I was soaked by a large amount of water.  I looked around to see Carol holding a large, now empty jug.  She laughed like mad, until she saw my face. She then ran back into the kitchen, with me hot on her heels.With one hand I had grabbed the jug from her.  I had my other arm wrapped around her waist, holding her in place with the other.  She was screaming and giggling, but I managed to turn the cold tap on and fill the jug.As I lifted it up, Lydia appeared.  Carol motioned towards her and as Lydia had approached us, I threw the whole jug of water over her.  I then filled it again and did the same to Carol.All three of us were now thoroughly soaked and the floor was somewhat awash with water.  We all laughed at the scene.Once we had got our breath back, I could not help but stare at the two of them.  It was like a Miss wet T-shirt competition, and I was the only judge.‘Enjoying the view?’  Carol asked.I went a bit red and averted my gaze.‘It’s OK, Terry. I don’t mind you looking.  Do you Lydia?’‘No, not Ümraniye Escort Bayan at all.’I watched as their nipples became erect.  I could feel my dick starting to grow and dropped my hands to hide it.‘Oh, dear,’ Carol remarked. ‘Have we got you excited, Terry?’I needed to do something, but the sight of their wet tops clinging to their boobs was having an effect on me.  I was rooted to the spot.Carol came forward and stood within touching distance of me.  In spite of the cold-water soaking, I felt my face starting to go red.‘Have you got something to say, Terry?’ Carol asked.I shook my head.Lydia walked over and stood next to Carol.  They were both smiling.‘Terry,’ Carol said.  ‘We would like you to tell us who has the best titties.  Lydia or me?’I looked from one set of boobs to the other.  As far as I was concerned, they were both fine.‘You see,’ Carol continued.  ‘I have small, yet perfectly formed ones, whilst Lydia here has bigger but droopier ones.  I prefer mine, do you?’I looked from one to the other.  This must be some sort of erotic dream, surely?‘Well?’ Lydia asked.‘To be fair ladies.  I would need to see them in the flesh.’‘Fair dos, but only if you take your top off first,’ Carol said.I quickly pulled my soaked shirt off over my head.The girls then removed their tops.  Now things were getting interesting.  In fact, my dick had definitely woken up and was now standing to attention in my shorts.  Both girls looked down at my crotch then at each other, smiling.‘Let’s do the pencil test,’ Carol remarked.‘No. That is stupid,’ Lydia laughed.‘The what?’  I asked.Carol wandered off to the next room.  I looked at Lydia.‘You are beautiful, Lydia.’She smiled. ‘Do you like my tits?’‘They are bloody gorgeous.’I started to reach out to touch them when Carol returned to the kitchen.‘Hey.  What are you two up to?’I dropped my hands.‘I think Terry was about to grope me.’‘You naughty boy.  Don’t touch the merchandise Escort Ümraniye until I say so.’Carol then explained that if you placed a pencil under a girl’s tit, only a saggy one would hold onto a pencil.  Whereas, firm boobs, like hers, wouldn’t be able to keep it in place.  I was fascinated.‘Right. The pencil test.’Carol lifted up her right tit and placed the pencil horizontally below it so that it is slightly covered by her bosom.  She let the pencil go, which immediately fell to the floor.‘Ta-da!’ she said triumphantly.She picked up the pencil and handed it to Lydia.‘Carol.  Do we really have to go through with this?’‘Of course.  I want to show this poor specimen of a man the difference between a ripe firm breast like mine and a saggy one like yours.’Lydia picked up her breast and placed the pencil under it.  However, when she let go of her tit, the pencil, did not move.‘There you go.  Saggy boobs!’ Carol shouted.Lydia removed the pencil and handed it to me.  It was warm.‘So, which ones do you prefer?’  Lydia asked and fluttered her eyelids.‘I’m not sure.  I will need to give them a feel.’Without any hesitation, Carol grabbed my hand and placed it onto one of her tits.  This was becoming surreal.I had a good grope, ensuring I tweaked her already erect pink nipple.‘Enough already, you bloody pervert.  Grab Lydia’s tits now.’I reluctantly let go and placed both hands under Lydia’s tits.  I weighed them and pushed them up, then grabbed her nipples, pulling them.  She let out a moan and closed her eyes as her large, brown nipples grew.I released her nipples and turned to Carol.‘Well.  Yes, your cute tits are beautiful to behold.  They are definitely firmer, for sure.’Carol turned to Lydia in triumph.‘But.  Lydia’s are bigger, with bigger nipples.  I am afraid, Carol, I prefer Lydia’s.’‘You wanker, Terry.  I was sure you’d be happy with my lovely little titties’Lydia started to laugh. ‘See Carol, most guys prefer bigger tits.  I told you.’‘Oh, don’t get me wrong.  I love your tits, Carol.  In fact, if I had my way, I would play with all four of your ladies’ tits all day long.’‘Well, you can’t.  Mine are going away now, and so am I!’She picked up her clothes and made her way upstairs to get changed.‘I think we need to cool down a bit, don’t you Lydia?’  I asked.

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