"Where's all the... where's all the junk?" Junk?" she laughed."I didn't mean it like that, but don't you have anything else?" It occurred to me that t...e only time I had been inside her apartment was when we ate dinner. I had certainly picked her up there at the beginning of a date, but the one time I had actually been inside I thought there had been more stuff."Oh," she nodded. "Gotcha. No, I have a lot more... junk, if you want to call it that," she teased. "But it's pretty much all packed. ”“Oh, I can’t wait to hear this.”“Are you sure?”“I’m sure.”“Well, we had had quite a bit to drink and after everyone else had left, Dean and I and Ken and Julie ended up on their bed naked, and fucking.”“Wow!”“Yeah, it was pretty hot.” She laughed“Well who was fucking who?”“Oh, we just fucked our own spouses or boyfriends.”“And you didn’t do anything with Ken?”She laughed again. “Well, we didn’t fuck.”“Mona ... what did you do?”“Well, if you must know, I sucked him off. Dean and Julie dared. And then we were naked. He pushed me onto my back and slipped between my legs. He looked down at me and asked, “Ready?” I stared up into his eyes, a little nervously, and replied, “I–I think so.” I gasped as I felt him rub his cock up and down the crack of my pussy. My hands wrapped around his back and I moaned, “Please–please be gentle.” “I know,” he grunted. I felt the cockhead find my opening and press in, separating my pussy. More ready to faceanother dull, empty day of listless gaming, eating, masturbation, andloneliness, at least. Though something felt...off. Like he'd fallenasleep with two pillows strapped to his chest.He swung his legs out from under the blankets and over the bed.Shit. It wasn't his heart that was heavy.Tits. Big, milk white tits rose up to greet him with the motion of hisrising. And he could feel them, not just see them; as they bouncedsupernaturally against him, like water balloons on the end.