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We went back into the study, and she stood beside the keyboard as she pulled up folders on the computer. "Sit!" she encouraged, gesturing to the lone office chair. I did as she wished just as a picture opened on the screen. An image of Sharon was staring back at me with a come-hither look, a small pink plastic vibrator at her lips. The picture changed suddenly, and she was leaning over, her pendulous breasts naked but shoved together with hands covering busty the nipples. The same tiny vibrator was held between them as Sharon licked the rounded end. The picture changed again. Sharon was farther away, licking her lips and holding her breasts while dressed in only a pair of lacy black underwear and high heels. The next picture showed a close up of the tiny vibrator hovering over the underwear. sleeping In the next, the underwear was gone, her hairless folds visible where the material had been. Next, from farther away, the bottom of the vibrator was visible, barely peeking out from between the folds, while Sharon pinched her nipples. The tingling in my chest spread from my chest to my hands and feet. I suddenly felt hot and almost queasy. "Do you like them?" The real Sharon turned and was suddenly in front of me. Her voice had dropped an octave, husky and strained. I fondle tried to say, "Yes," but my voice cracked. I nodded instead. "Would you like the real thing?" she asked. Her voice was quiet, but her lust screamed. I was petrified, but Sharon wasn't. She lifted her shirt over her head, revealing her nicest bra. The hints of design along its edges only highlighted the amount of fabric required to constrain her. Light from the high study windows reflected off the swaths of matte black satin that strained to constrain her mountainous bosom. I briefly wondered if this really was the nicest bra she had, how she didn’t have something more suggestive and less overwhelming, but the thought disappeared as soon as her bra did. Her breasts really were massive, overwhelming with or without fabric hiding them, and they were inches from my face. The nipples were not standing up, but almost hidden instead. I briefly became aware that my cock was in a similar state, too overwhelmed by my excitement to grow erect. Inches of pink surrounded her shy nipples on all sides before blending into the ivory skin that extended for what seemed like miles beyond. Up so close, I could see the imperfections in the ivory. Light red splotches betrayed her own excitement, even as fine white squiggles cut across the splotches where the weight of her immense breasts pressed the skin tightly against the uneven anatomy within. Her breasts were a living Greek sculpture, soft and warm japanese and massively oversized. My cheeks burned with desire as she lifted them up for my inspection. "What do you think? Do you want me to stop?" There was only one right answer, and she knew it too. Quietly, forcefully, I told her, "Stop." "Stop what, baby?" she teased, whispering into my ear as the weight of her chest came to rest on my own torso. The girl Jessie saw last night was fondle not Leah. I have porn on and then my flow gets broken my the stupid flee bag next door. "What the hell!" "You could see her again I'm sure I could take you to her or even send for her." He did not want to find out what said busty consequences entailed. My older lover waited for me in the shower, facing me, the water running across those lush, teardrop-shaped breasts. Her wet cunt accepted most of his dick as she sat astride him. I didn't care. "I just don't think it's going to work Sean. Paragon?” I knew that word from my studies at the University of Az back in another life when I truly was a carefree carouse and roguish seducer of women. I hoped. “Now.” Said Max, thrusting forward. Mom moaned, "Fuck Mommy's ass baby. I have to fuck one of you.” Bridget Anderson was her maiden name, then Bridget Brees when she married me, then Bridget Rivers, then Bridget Cuddyer, then Bridget Young, then Bridget Hernandez, and finally, Bridget Dickerson. Then Lisa pulled the covers off both of them. [i]Per my post, our play sessions will be whatever I want them to be. Cumming inside her. Something big was approaching. Ben turned to me and said,"I'll be back." “I japanese just needed to hear you say it,” I said looking in his eyes. I took it all and slowly worked her dick out, cleaning it off as I went, and swallowing as much of her cum as I could. I get dressed and get on with the day. Then without warning both guys each started sucking her nipples, the sensation of two men each sucking her nipples was electrifying. She exclaimed, adding a hop. “whatever you'd like to watch is fine with me!” the movie of choice was The hangover part 2. I guess she was a huge fan of the franchise. I often wondered what the maid thought of all the cum saturated towels that we left behind sleeping after each one of our sessions. “Your god commands you to fuck me like a bitch in heat.” I grinned. He didn’t seem to wait for a response, seemingly satisfied with whatever answer your body had given him. Michelle looked stunning in an emerald green party dress, cut to mid thigh, but with a slit half way to her waist on her left thigh.