It was hard for him not to, seeing how large they were under her thin sweater, bobbing ever so slight with the motions of the car even under the suppo...t of her bra.He knew from the laundry hamper his mother's breasts were a size 44d, though that tidbit of information was nowhere near enough for Billy. He wanted to know absolutely everything about them, their firmness, their shape. What about the size of her areolas? Were they oval or circular? Light or dark? Bumpy or smooth. Her nipples were. I liked it. I pulled at his ass struggling to get more of huge cock into my mouth but only able to get little more than half. As I pulled my mouth back to his cockhead leaving all the cummy drool I could on his shaft to lube my next attempt he asks, "Is that all you can take boy?". His fingers slide into my hair as I pull at his ass hard, sucking eagerly as I force my mouth down his fat cock again, dragging my wet mouth up down it now getting a little more down my throat each time. Still. I woke to find myself standing in front of the bathroom mirror, with no remembrance of how I got there. There was a small flash of brilliant green in the mirror but when I looked again it was no longer there. I shook my head and went back to bed.It was Friday night and I was going to remain at home, but I felt restless and horny. I usually get like that when I'm ovulating, which is stupid because that particular itch will never be scratched. Still, I thought, perhaps I could find a nice girl to. “He must have locked it behind him by accident,” you think to yourself out loud. You hop up off the couch, walking over to the door excitedly, hoping to find your boyfriend with an armful of snacks and junk food. As you swing the door open, your face flushes red as you realize the man standing at the door is not John, and you’re standing there in your panties. It’s Dan, and he looks as overheated as you, and in distress.“Oh shit, Dan.” you stutter, “I thought you were John, I… sorry, I would’ve.