My emotions were mixed, sometimes violently opposed to the training and other times longing for your appearance on the small screen. I was living my d...eam and it showed in my state of permanent, tingling arousal. The sweet ache in my loins seemed to herald spontaneous orgasm and throughout the long hours of your painful absence, my mind wandered, forming again those outrageous fantasiesthat I had always believed would remain just that – fantasy. So eager to please you I did as you asked and. She inhaled sharply as they passed the legs of her panties.Lauren knew Jason wouldn’t be touching her most private parts yet. He would tease until she was dripping wet. She wasn’t there yet. Wet, yes. Damn wet, yes. Dripping? Not quite.She pulled her hands up her torso, nails dragging across her taut abdomen before coming up under her breasts. Her hands rotated up to cup and lift her flesh.Her nipples were pebble-hard already. Lauren knew her nipples excited Jason and that he loved watching her. I couldn’t for the life of me remember anything, but weathered gray boards. I followed Bobby and Lucy into the house. We silently found seats around the stove in the living room. The fire was still burning, it had been built that morning before the funeral. Bobby added another split piece of firewood before anyone did or said anything. We sat about in our own thoughts for a while. In my case, the thoughts were of my mother, who we had just laid to rest, and my relationship to her. The term,. I felt evenbetter as the sensation of having a hard, pistoning cock in both myholes was supplemented by the incredible ecstasy of feeling my alreadyridiculously huge titties swell up even larger on my chest. An O-cup wasan obscenely huge breast size, and I enjoyed every second of thepleasure as my titties swelled toward it, filling up like waterballoons, swelling larger, growing outward. As they reached theirabsurdly huge goal, I came.The keening, screeching shout of my orgasm seemed to.