Once, on Saturday morning, I critically examined my wardrobe and decided to update it a bit. It was a warm summer day, it was raining outside. What else to do at such a time if you do not go shopping? Just so walking is not interesting. I called my sister, and we decided to fool around a bit.

I did not burden myself with unnecessary clothes and put on a blouse, short skirt and sandals. In addition, I was wearing a chain around my neck, a bracelet on my arm and a bracelet on my leg, a watch, 2 rings and sunglasses. I left the house, got to the garage, started the car and went after my sister. Anya even less burdened herself with clothes; she was wearing a sundress, flip flops, earrings and a cornelian necklace. At my sister, I painted all 20 nails in a stunning blue mother of pearl, after which we stopped at the hairdresser and dyed my hair in a fiery red color that caused Annia to have lost her temper.

Anna, my younger sister. At this (and at that) moment student. Periodically lives with me. She studies to be a lawyer and works as an assistant legal adviser in a real estate agency. On the one hand, she likes to live with us, on the other hand, she often does not like our immoral behavior. Although the very tempered nudists and a little exhibitionist. In general, nothing human is alien to her (at least in sex).

The first point of our trip was the sports complex "Olympic", to be exact, the book fair, located in this sports complex. There we bought literature. On the stairs, my skirt allowed to see clearly more than normal.

Then we hit the Central Department Store, which was the main purpose of our journey. There we began to flirt with men. They made eyes at them, I unbuttoned almost all the buttons on the blouse. We bought a new wall clock, some dishes. They took everything to the car and went through the clothing sections, but our mood somehow disappeared. And we left the Central Department Store.

The next item was “Christmas trees-sticks”, we ate there and teased the guys at the next table. I unbuttoned my blouse and showed them my chest, Anya defiantly spread her legs, giving them a good view. When the guys came to meet, we with a proud and indignant look they turned off. When they began to say that we gave them unequivocal hints, we called the manager and demanded to restore order ...

After eating, we continued to tour the shops. At one of the traffic lights, I took off my skirt, Anya looked at me, grinned and took off the sundress. I responded at the next traffic light and took off my blouse. Drivers and passengers of neighboring cars openly stared at our breasts, and we became the cause of 2 accidents.

On Begovaya Street, I was rudely clipped by some kind of “racer” on an ancient BMW. He turned his head and saw us, such cute, and then Anya smacked her finger and began to pull at her nipple. Pillar of course sorry.

Another incident happened on the street Polikarpov. Dashing horsemen on the five staring at us, began to wave their hands (the driver too) crashed into the front nine.

When we were driving along Khoroshevka, we noticed a traffic cop coming out on the road, we felt with our heart that he wanted to stop us, that someone had snitched up. Before us at a pedestrian crossing, a yellow light came on at a traffic light, and I got up carefully. While we were standing, we managed to get fully dressed and put on shoes. I moved from a traffic light, and after a few seconds the traffic cop waved his baton. I stopped, put on my lips, went out and went to the traffic cop. He introduced himself by the charter and asked why we provoke an accident. I made an innocent and surprised look whenever possible and stated that there was nothing so suspicious and prejudicial in our behavior and even though we had an accident, but judging by the poor control of the vehicle, the driver was just drunk and he cuts me off and he flew off to the post. Himself to blame, and even indignant, it is necessary to follow the road, and not turn his head.Nearby was a poster advertising cosmetics with a not very well-dressed lady, who, although she had her back turned, was nevertheless none the less. I poked my finger at the poster and said that they probably looked at an advertising poster like this, the traffic cop turned his head, smiled and said that he let go for the first time, but ... if they tell us more, then ... in general there will be trouble.

We didn’t tempt fate any more (represented by our valiant traffic police) in the car and went shopping.

Next was a grocery store, and there was nothing worthy of attention. However, our mood improved and we decided to visit a clothing store. Here Anya remembered that she needed jeans and right there on the horizon the appropriate store appeared. There were 4 sellers, more precisely 2 sellers and 2 saleswomen and a couple with 2 children. We consulted and decided that we would not start immediately and began to choose jeans. I tried on a pair of jeans and went out to look in a large mirror. I looked very decent in a blouse and jeans. Anyuta, unlike me, looked weird. She was in jeans and a sundress. When looking at her shoulders, the bra straps were clearly not detected, and on the issue of bra presence everything was clear. Finally, the children and their parents left the store. Anya politely asked the sellers if she would embarrass them. They said no, they did not understand what was about to happen. Anya pulled over her head sundress. And she faced the sellers in jeans alone. Flip-flops she took off when dressing and dress did not bother. The reaction of the girls was more violent than men. They began to violently resent immoral behavior, to which we objected, referring to their resolution. They began to wrangle with us, until they stuck their locks and said that everything was in order, Anya could stay like that. We heard a lot of good words about our beauty, we were very pleased. I did not like these girls, I felt rivals in them in the fight for the boys, or rather for their attention. They felt jealous, they did not let them pay attention to us. Then I ran over guys, they were called female workers, anxious males and other bad words, a squabble went, but I snapped, and everyone was silent. I was not going to lose my prey. I handed the saleswoman jeans and ordered to postpone. I also liked the denim skirt, and I started to try on right in the hall. Then the people, looking at me in one blouse fell into sediment. I also began to choose a shirt. The staff was no longer up to morality, the guys were already clearly standing. I thought it would be if someone came, but one of the saleswomen closed the store. Anya, looking at me in the nude, began to measure jeans in the sales area. The boys fussed around us and tried in every way to please. Judging by the mounds on the pants, they had an interest in us.

I defiantly looked at the saleswoman and with my hand pulled up Anya, who appeared next to us, and we kissed with a long, prolonged kiss. The sight of us beautiful and naked, kissing a hitchhiker is clearly all at least fascinated. I asked: "What is your name?". She quietly replied: "Lena." I beckoned to her finger. She fascinated came to me. Lena was a small, one and a half meter tall, skinny brunette with pronounced Asian features. I unbuckled the blouse, there was no bra on it, and began to stroke her breasts, I took off her blouse. She had a beautiful little breast. I ran my hands over her back. She began to unbutton her jeans. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that one of the guys had finished from his hand and ran somewhere. I kissed Lena in the ear and when I looked up, I noticed with satisfaction the complete lack of clothes on my girl. I subjected her clitoris to manual exposure. She was quickly excited, slid down the nearest one to my chair and spread her legs. As soon as I touched the tongue of her clitoris, she finished at the same second. I left Lena alone and examined the neighborhood.

Anya, meanwhile, was embracing with one of the guys, then another appeared, clearly cleansed, his cock immediately stood up. Annie became a cancer, and the young man tried to enter the anus.In response to these actions, my sister asked if he was blue. The answer is negative. Immediately followed by a recommendation to use a regular hole, did not have to persuade, there were timid excuses, such as "missed." From another guy, Sasha, Anya took in her mouth.

They three copulated with might and main.

Masha remained unencumbered, who stood aside with a clearly confused look. I approached her, she silently pushed me away with her hand. I offered to relax and have fun. She refused, well then. I will not force anyone. I turned away and began to look at fucking Anya and began to masturbate, imagining myself in her place. And here I was in one of the mirrors, noticed Masha's reflection. Masha put her hand under the dress and did the same as me. I turned sharply to Masha. She obviously did not expect this and abruptly pulled her hand out from under the dress. I grinned and took a step towards Masha. She tried to push me away, but I hugged her and held me close. She was shaking terribly. I did not say anything started to take off the dress. To my surprise, I met no resistance. And here is another girl in shorts, bra and sandals standing in front of me. I sat down and began to take off her sandals. The next was a bra, I faked her panties, and they slipped off her legs. Masha was a slim tall blonde (albeit dyed). Her finger touched my crotch, and a wave of excitement swept through me. I was terribly shaking, and suddenly Masha dragged me to the door, which turned out to be a utility room. She threw me on the couch, and our bodies merged in ecstasy ...

As a result, we bought more than planned and not what I needed, and went to my house.