She was feeling stressed and her jaw was getting tired. Milkshake wasn’t getting satisfied and wanted to go deeper too. He bucks his hips forward, s...nding his cock forcefully down her throat. Jenna was unable to breathe but was very happy. She felt relieved and her throat relaxed. Milkshake started thrusting. She could feel him adjacent to her heart, then upwards to the back of her throat. The only thing preventing him from going deeper was her mouth being unable to open wider. Jenna was. She moved onto her top, skating her fingers over her ribs before slipping them under the fabric and lifting, taking her time, as if to give me a chance to stare at her whole body, now standing before me clad only in black underwear, a striking contrast to her pale complexion.I was not the most qualified to judge, but I would’ve guessed she was somewhere between a B and C cup. Whatever the actual size, to me her breasts seemed like two ideal handfuls – I wanted now more than ever to touch her –. SOMEHOW GILLS STORIES THEN SEEMED MILD COMPAIRED TO ALL OF THOSE EROITC PICTURES MY EYES WERE SOAKING UP. YES RIGHT THEN I FOUND MYSELF COMPLETELY BEING TAKEN OVER BY SUCH DEEP STRONG NEW SEXUAL THRILLS. SO DIRTY, YET SO POWERFUL TO MY RIVITED EYES AND NEWLY AWAKENED BRAIN. WHILE NOT DARING TO PICK ONE UP, I DID INDEED STUDY EACH NEW COVER IN PURE FASCINATION. IT WAS THEN AN OLDER MAN ENTERED THE STORE. WITHIN A SHORT TIME HE WAS NOT ONLY IN MY ISLE, BUT ALSO MAYBE ONLY SOME 12 FEET FROM ME. Betty left John and me going through the photos of Spain, when she came back outside a little later she had lunch made for the three of us and a bottle of wine open. After lunch and another bottle of wine, another photo album appeared but these were of Betty in the same place as the other photos but with her tits out. Big massive tits hanging out from under her tops.Each page had more of her with her tits out, daring shots of her sitting on park benches wearing the same big white bra with small.