Don't tense up. When I start to push inside, you need to breath out. Don't hold your breath. Okay? When I push inside---breath out---and do that every...time I go back inside." Okay," I replied, and waited, ass up in the air, head down on the mattress and sheets. It felt slightly strange to be in that position. It was one of undeniable submission and powerlessness, but that was also very exciting, too! I was about be 'fucked', and for the first time in my life, and that it was Tara who was about. We talked to surgeon and he suggest new method of injecting with her own fat which is safer.After the operation she was a 38DD with a great cleavage and her large nipples were at the ends perfect.We went away to the Caribbean over the Christmas period found a small hotel with wooden chalets in grounds near beach really perfect location, few people not crowded .We went to the beach and my wife wore a black one piece showed her figure but was not sexy but she always wore black (due to her weight). "Does Dad own a shotgun?" I ask, sitting beside my mother at the counter."No. But he'll probably buy one for this special occasion." ...What do you think it's like to get shot?" Probably painful." Maybe it'll be quick..." I say."For me, yes. But he'll definitely shoot you in the dick."Hearing my mother say the word 'dick', stirs something inside me. She makes it a habit to never swear, even in front of Dad. I shake my head."You think so?" Wouldn't you do the same?" I don't know..."It's. Her hips were shapely and her thighs thin but with clear muscle definition. Her vaginal lips were short but puffy and her clitoris pronounced, surrounded by a very sparse bush of hair lighter in color than the dirty blond color of the hair on her head. Not exaggerating in the least I blurted out “That is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life,” as I stared at and lightly brushed her pussy. The smile on her face turned into a slightly apprehensive look as she stared at my rock.