She was a 34-D the last time they measured, maybe a bit fuller now.She smiled, looked in the mirror and thought about the boy who had brought her off ...ith his mouth. I really was too bad he had come in his shorts.She selected a lacy thong from the top drawer after rejecting the tiny triangle of silk, Vickie's V-string, as much less stimulating. The stretch panty cupped her pudenda and excited her vulva slit when she pulled it tightly to her 20-inch waist. She had enjoyed two orgasms in her. I looked back at Amir and that basted was holding his still hard cock and waved it at me. “Fucking make him cum too” my wife insisted. I crawled back between his legs and slid my lips over his fat engored head, moving them up and down him. “Fucking take him deeper!” my wife yelled. “And don’t forget his balls, either!” Her tone changed, I think she was actually getting turned on by all this. I let myself go back to enjoying his big dick and licked and sucked every beautiful inch of his cock and. As her hand touched the door knob, she paused. A thought had popped into her head. The thought of a strong, beautiful, teenage boy...asleep just upstairs. They were all alone in the big house. His mother wouldn’t be back for an hour.The house was deathly quiet as Andrea stood just inside the door, weighing the situation, the coffee can in her hand. She could hear the ticking of a wall mounted clock in the kitchen. She ran her fingers through her hair. What she was contemplating sent a. He didn’t say a single word during the whole time but from the burning look that developed in his eyes I knew that my efforts were being fully appreciated! When I finished I stepped out and, leaving the shower running as I began to dry myself, said. ‘Your turn love.’ When he stripped I saw the evidence of what watching me had done for him, his cock wasn’t fully erect but it was at that half way stage, thick and fat and almost as long as it would be when fully aroused. I liked seeing it like.