Riding over her body without a second’s thought, the guy simply drove on, continuing about his world without so much as a backward glance. My world...changed forever in that second. Despite the cold tears and the sick lump in my stomach, I prayed, hoped, and prayed against hope, that somehow, someway, God would let me find my precious puppy alive as I approached the corner. But there, lying in the slushy street was the battered form of my little September Snow. Kneeling in the wet, dirty. We kept squeezing each other’s body. Then I asked her if she would like to join me for a drink. She said, “Why not?”I took her in my arms and carried her to my bedroom. I prepared a drink for the two of us and shared it. I even gave her a cigarette to smoke, and she readily agreed. All the time I kept playing with her body, squeezing her breasts from above the blouse. When I saw she was reasonably drunk, I asked her, “Why don’t u open up a bit?” She just took off her blouse, and her boobs. " Oh god, that's it, your cock feels so good mistress. Fuck my pussy harder mistress. Please fuck me," I pleaded.Either her clitoral stimulation or my cries cause her speed to increase, as she continued pounding me. In and out, in and out; faster and faster she went as the replica penis probed my bowels. All of sudden she shuddered and slammed into me, and shouted, "Oh yessssssssssssssss, I'm cumminnggggg!!" She collapsed as her body conversed in orgasmic bliss.Laura gathered her composure, and. She reached down and grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt and slowly pulled it over her head. It met some resistance going over her huge rack. Once off, there they were. The most perfect breasts I had ever seen. She arched her back some so they would stick out. “Would you like to touch them, Will?” she said.? In a trance I reached out and cupped my Stepmom's breasts. They were so soft and warm. The puffy areola looked like they almost were painful they were so swollen. Her nipples were hard.