They were large and wonderful. Tim felt himself getting hard from the wonderful sight in front of him.Richard then noticed that Tim was staring at his...chest. He looked down to see what it was."Aiyah! I have big boobies," he cried. "How I get boobies? I not a womans!"Richard's exclamation broke Tim out of his reverie."I think you'd better look at yourself in the mirror. Something happened, and you've somehow turned into a real-life Shampoo!"Richard turned to the mirror on the closet door. In the. Diane secretly lusted for naughty play but had not experienced many mainstream sexual activities. She was conservative and inexperienced but open to certain sexy adventures.Diane is a beautiful mother of three, softball player physique, same height (five-foot-seven or eight), brunette to blond, Romanesque nose, a beautiful smile, pleasantly built, tanned all over causing me to regularly drool over her full 40 C breasts which deliver beautiful cleavage views! I am amazed Diane wonders why men. So the answer is simple in practical terms - in psychological terms, things get much murkier. Why in God’s name had I been so careless, so irresponsible? After all I had been through the first time, why did I let it happen again? I have only come up with a few possible answers: Is it possible that I am the kind of girl so flattered by the attention of an attractive man or so driven by animal lust that it overwhelmed my natural defences and turned my brain to jelly? Given that I have had so few. I glanced upward toward the face of my friends wife. She was staring at my wife's face. Her left hand seemed to be on my wife's knee holding it apart from her husbands thrusting body. Her right hand was pressed against my wife's shoulder as if to hold her in place on the bed while hubby drove his hips again and again against the soft mound at the joining of her legs. I eased my self down a bit and realized that I had a clear view of a very large cock pistoning in and out of my my wife's very.