She stirred. I carefully wrapped my left arm over her. Gently holding her. Her hand touched mine and pulled it to cover her breast."Mmmmm, morning, lo...e," she whispered."Mornin' sweetie," I said."Can I ask you something? And you'll be honest with me?" You can ask me anything. And when have I ever NOT been honest with you?" This is different." And she wanted to have the "titty talk".You see, Cindy was fourteen and a month or so old now. And she was an "A" cup, maybe getting into "B" territory. I. Up until this time I have only had to cope with a skirt. Not a difficult thing, a piece of fabric with a small hole on top and a larger hole in the bottom when you get down to the basics. Add a ruffle, elastic, or other doodads and it still remains the same. But pants, on the other hand (leg?) are a topological nightmare. I left college 25 years ago in part because advanced calculus was completely incomprehensible to me. All that stuff about morphing a coffee cup into a doughnut and spatial. Here I am, laying on my back, got a chick sucking me off, my hands bound behind my back and another Mindy sits on my face. I'm climaxing right now and they won stop for anything. My cock lets out a fucking ton of cum, my back arches and my body is just shaking. I can't do anything because I'm bounded and I got a nice piece of ass smothering my face and her nails digging into my chest. Now I'm moaning as the flow of cum just keeps pouring out non stop. I hear the chick sucking me start of gag on. “No, I’ve never seen him before tonight, didn’t even notice him at all until he went up to you.”“So why do you care? Why butt in?”I shrugged. “I don’t know; it just seemed wrong. If a man had treated a woman the way you treated him, I’d have called him on it. Maybe I’m an equal opportunity buttinski.”She smiled, and she was so lovely that I had to remind myself that she truly wasn’t. She looked again at him and then at me, blew out a cleansing breath, squared her shoulders, and said, “You’re.