Paul knew what he was doing. A lot of guys who had been given an audience with her tits had virtually attacked them like berserker warriors: grabbing ...t them like they were trying to squeeze the fat through her ribs. Paul’s approach could best be described as adoration. Every gesture he made expressed a reverence for her boobs. He plated countless tender kisses upon their outer surfaces and treated her areolae like holy sites, patiently and fastidiously anointing them in his saliva with his. She looked round, no-one about, then went into the shed end of the greenhouse beckoned me in and shutting the door, dropping her trousers and knickers she bent forward and there on her nice little arse was not one but two brands. One on each cheek, and red raw newly burnt in they were the sort that older men used to mark their tools, about 1 ½” high and deep, the mark of the chap she was ‘married’ too. The letters DW on each cheek, never more would she wear a bikini! I was gob-smacked;. At one side, sat a mean looking guy with an empty chair next to him and at the other side, there sat a nice looking woman with also an empty chair next to her. Guess what chair I wished they would put me on? Yep, the one next to the hot woman.Eva looked from the man to the woman and back."Don't put that fucking naked ass next to me," the man growled.I almost pissed my pants when I heard his voice. Well, if I had been wearing pants, that is."Oh, Fred, be gentle with him," Eva said in a sweet. )I mentioned to Peter that while I loved the plastic vibrator, at times it was just too stiff. (Like the nights I wanted it up inside of me all night, but I didn't tell him that.) On his next trip he brought me another lovely toy and it was a flexible rubber dick only it was a little bigger and fatter than my firs vibrator.Anyway back to what happened. I was having the wildest nastiest sex dream. I always have sex dreams when I fell asleep with my fat dildo inside me. I had found a nice pair of.