Charity Shop Double Penetration

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I’m Angie, fifty-eight, five feet ten with natural long curly ginger hair with a white streak. I weigh ten stones 32C-28-38.

It was a lovely warm summers day and I’d dressed in a cream skirt to halfway up my thighs, pale blue stockings and a navy blue blouse with no bra to work in the charity shop.

A couple of young lads were looking through the racks of womens clothes.

“Can I help?”

They turned red and I realised they were younger than I thought. They spluttered a few words without saying anything.

“Looking for a dress?”

“Y M Yes.”

Their colour eased.

“Who for? One of you?”

“Y M yeah him.”

“Have you seen anything you fancy?”

A dress was held in front of the other guy.

“Is this to wear?

“FANCY DRESS.” They both blurted out.

“Relax. Fancy dress is no deal, what look are you after. Start with your names.”

“The simpsons. I’m Jack, Ben.” Jack pointed to Ben.

“Margerie wears strapless, like this sort of thing.” I held up a pink summer dress. “Wrong colour Ankara travesti though.”

“See. That’s what I said.”

“There’s a pile of stuff out back, come on let’s have a quick look.”

The three feet high pile of unsorted dresses was on a blanket and I bent to pull items out. The yellow dress was far too small, a white dress was huge with massive moulded cups and they laughed.

“Grosse.”

“Wouldn’t want to get in a fight with that.”

I smiled at their banter.

“This?” I held up a blue dress which I liked, This is a… Mmm my size…” I held it against Ben. “Try it on.”

Ben turned red then removed his T-shirt, Jack helped me slip it over his upstretched arms. There was no way the zip would do up.

“We need… a fourteen.” I put the blue dress to one side with a view to trying it myself.

“How about this orange? It’s a… sixteen. Not quite the right style.”

It was supposed to be stretchy and slinky so it wasn’t actually too big on Ben.

“You’ll need some tits mate.”

I Antalya travesti measured his chest. “Thirty-four, that’ll be a thirty-eight possibly six.” I found a strapless model in a box of bras.” “Thirty-six A, mmm let’s see.” I fitted it round Bens chest and it didn’t seem too tight so I pulled the dress up over it. “You’ll need a little stuffing in there.”

“See what it looks like without your jeans mate.”

I smiled, as did Jack, as the outlines of his boxers and a very obvious bulge replaced the bulkiers jeans as they dropped.

I returned to the shop area before I started laughing and collected a silly blue hat, it was hideous but a substitute for Margeries hair.

“Try this.”

“Mate! Magic.”

We lifted the dress off to reveal his boxers with a decent erection sticking out, it filled my hand nicely. “Is this for me?”

Jack smiled, “He’s been looking down your tits when you bend down.”

“Like you then, it seems you’s like the view.” Bens cock twitched as his hand cupped my breast.

I İstanbul travesti hadn’t handled a penis for years and never nearly forty years younger than me.

“Excuse me.” I walked to the shop door. Locked it and turned the open sign.

By the time I returned to the back room my blouse was off and two open mouths were soon sucking on my funbuds. They were a bit crude but it felt good to have them both being sucked for the first time and to feel my knickers moving to the floor.

Hands seemed to be everywhere and I pulled bens cock to my fanny, he was straight inside and humping then Jack went behind me. Suddenly I felt my skirt being lifted and something probing my bum.

Was my fantasy of DP about to happen? I pushed back hard against something and slowly I felt Jack slipping in. It all started feeling very tight and suddenly pulsating replaced the humping in my fanny, followed by something wet running down my leg.

“Your turn Jack.” I turned my head to kiss him.

He started humping my bum and didn’t last long either.

We looked funny stood there, Ben wearing white bra and boxers, my skirt round my waist and stockings and a fully dressed Jack hugging each other.

After they left I wore the creased blue dress with no knickers and felt sexy imagining them returning for round two.

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