Judging as objectively as she could,she'd had to admit to herself, as she had to her doctor, that thesurgeon had done a splendid--an absolutely marvel...us--job. The hormonesshe'd taken over a period of many months had done the preliminary work,had set the stage, had prepared the way, as it were, but she had to givecredit where credit was due: Dr. Malcolm Chiles had, indeed, performednothing less than a miracle in constructing her rack.She wondered whether her on-again, off-again boyfriend,. Sarah looked at Brad strangely and excused herself. They watched her saunter off.Brad looked at Craig. "What was that all about? You two were chatting like you grew up together."Craig frowned at Brad. "We've known each other for a while. I can't believe I haven't mentioned her to you before."Brad again felt a little sad, knowing his friend seemed to be moving on. Then he got the third shock of the day.Craig was wearing earrings."What are those?" he practically shouted. He could see what they. Julie was in her 40s and she was sort of a short, slightly heavy built woman who kept her brown hair cut very short, framing around her face and she tended to wear business suits almost all of the time. I'd enjoyed on occasion being around Julie when she'd take off her suit jacket and just be wearing a skirt or pants and a tight-fitting silk blouse or something that really showed off and accentuated her very amply-sized breasts. While I'd estimated that Mandy was a C or D-cup babe, Julie was a. “Ugggggggggggg fuckkkkkkkkkk pussyyyyyyyyyy was all she could utter; her body shook for at least 15 seconds the three separated.She sat up cum leaking out of both her holes, she was torn between anger and complete sexual bliss. “I’m not sure whether to say thank you or fuck you at the moment, why not thanks get between us so we can get some sleep”. She gave Jesus a sly look, “ok thanks I guess we’ll be sleeping together, let me get my panties on so I don’t have to sleep in the wet spot”.The.