All I cared about was the amount of titmeat she had hanging off her chest. Huge firm tits, long low-hangers or massive sagging granny udders...as long...as they had big ones I was interested. And by big I mean at least a G cup.I discovered this minimum requirement when I began fucking Jean, my ex’s much older sister. While my ex never grew beyond 36C, Jean’s mature juggs had once swollen during pregnancy and never returned to their modest size. They’d grown into 36G saggers by the time she was. She noticed me looking at that patch, she immediately adjusted her saree and gave a smile with a blush on her face. I smiled back and turned my head away.I closed my eyes and tried to imagine her beauty.After some time I felt something very soft was touching my right elbow. I understood that it was her sexy waist. I kept my hand without moving. Thanks to Krishna Nagar bad roads, she came more close to me and I can feel my hand between her left boob and navel. My hand continued to rub her there. That’s when I would go in and often, I caught her with the shower door open stepping out as she grabbed the towel to dry off.She was a very beautiful girl. I could see why all the guys wanted her. She was a natural blonde, and kept a little strip of hair above her hot spot to prove it. She was not tall, but she actually had long slender legs that gave the impression she was. Her curves that God gave her were all in the right places; all so sensual as her upper body formed perfectly. That was. You could see Grace's cum dripping down Marcus' dick. Grace was moaning in complete enjoyment of what she was experiencing. Grace began to rub herself viciously before she squirted all over Marcus and I. Grace hopped off Marcus' dick and began to suck us off once again. Grace was enjoying her first time getting the chance to fuck to dicks at one time. Grace didn't know that Marcus and J had a plan before she arrived to fulfill one of her deep fantasies. We had planned to stick both of our dicks.