.. like sunshine breaking through a dark day under the shadow of that ridiculous enormous hat, a jolly smile and gleaming teeth set off by long dark h...ir, gathered up and waiting to be released.I got wet just watching her deal with the business of wishing the bride and other bridesmaids off--smothering them with massive hugs from that big beautiful body. I wondered what it would be like to have my skinny, boyish self caught up in all those curves and folds. But my fantasy was unlikely to go. After our first encounter, every time I came home horny and frustrated Champ was more than willing and ready to give me release.One night I came downstairs naked, and sat in the chair, our chair as I now called it. Champ was willing to lick me, but seemed reluctant to go any further, and I needed his cock. He would lick a while and seem to loose interest and go lay down. Finally I went over and got on the floor by him. I began petting him. As I petted and talked with him I began rubbing his. "Lemme see," she said."What? No!" he protested. He was easily stronger than she was, but she still managed to pry his hands away from his lap leaving his cock exposed. He realized later it was because he WANTED her to see. Gulping, he sat there, waiting for her reaction. She stared at his cock for a long moment, as if mesmerized. A trickle of drool ran from the corner of her mouth and dripped to the floor. It was both disgusting and incredibly arousing."You've got a big one!" she said,. He was breathing hard, too, and their sweaty bodies were glued together.She brushed her hand through his hair, wiping the sweat from his forehead."You liked that, didn't you, dear?" she said."Yes, ma'am."Mrs. Thorn frowned. "Ethan, hon, never call a lady ma'am. It makes her feel old. A lady doesn't like to feel old." No, I guess not." He started moving his hips again. His thing was sliding in and out of her body.Mrs. Thorn pushed against his shoulder. "Enough, Ethan. Enough, please. My poor.