Only for one brief moment did she tell me to stop. She got use to the size some more and I got going again. Finally, my prosthetic self was all in. I...was careful at first, partly because I didn’t want to hurt MaryBeth, but also want didn’t want to lose the straps. However, only one small adjustment to the straps was necessary and I was ready for hands-off operation. After the initial adjustment, I was able to thrust as fast or as slow as I wanted at will. They say sex is 90% mental. Well my. Tommy looked at her generous bosom. "Are they real?" Pull up her top and see for yourself. She doesn't mind." Tommy pulled up the girl's top. Her full, D-cup breasts bobbled before him. Tommy reached out and touched them, testing their sponginess. They were firm and real. He licked his lips, anticipating punching these firm full breasts, these titty punching bags!"Welcome to our home. Come on in and let us get you something to eat." she shrugged, beyond caring, it seemed."Okay." She walked. Touching herself in this way felt so right to her, and when she squeezed her nipples, let out a low moan. She snapped out of it when she realized what she was doing and felt embarrassed."What is wrong with me," Mary asked herself out loud? Mary didn't know what came over her and button her shirt back up. Last week she wouldn't have done anything like this, but after losing her virginity, she became a very sexual person. Mary couldn't say no to sex now and couldn't help it that she find the act. Now my top was held in place with just two buttons which he undid in one go and I was beneath him with opened shirt and black bra. He kissed my whole cleavage and parts of my breasts above bra cups and while caressing he pulled down the strap from my left shoulder which loosened my left breast which I covered by folding my arms. He then again kissed me and took my shirt off completely and hugged me. He kissed more deeply and passionately and cupped my breasts over bra. I felt electric current.