Tom was nowhere to be seen, but Susan still lay there tied to the bed. Her once short dark brown hair now curled down to her shoulders. Her once tiny ...reasts now stood up like miniature mountains, their nipples hard in the morning air. She was awake and her face was a peculiar mix of frustration, bemusement, and resignation."Donna, you're a mess," she said, smiling warmly at her friend."Oh Susan!" she cried, and rushed to her friend. Donna embraced the diminutive brunette with arms and legs. “That's impossible,” she whispered.“What,” I asked, concerned.“It's so big, I can't fit it in my mouth,” my wife replied, stunned.“Really,” I asked as I leaned up to look down at my cock.“Yes,” she replied as she tried to open her mouth wide enough for more than the head to slide in.“Wow,” was the only comment I could muster.“Are you sure this will even fit in my pussy,” she asked.“Only one way to find out.”She ducked as I rolled over and up and off the bed. As I walked to the foot of the bed,. She never wanted to stop fucking him, never wanted to disconnect from him even for a moment. The pressure of his cock rhythmically stroking her G-spot and every so often rubbing against her cervix was building her need deep inside her abdomen, intensely powerful waves radiating out from her core through every part of her. Her clit was rubbing furiously on him but she needed more stimulation to put her over the edge, her need to orgasm becoming increasingly desperate by the second. Slowing her. Last time you gave me the last bit while I was bent over the coffee table and my husband really seemed to like that. Would you mind doing them all that way this time? she asked. With visions of the daughter in that position still fresh in my mind and remembering how good the mother looked last time, I didnt hesitate to agree. She stood between me and the table and spread her creamy legs a little more than shoulder width apart then, keeping her legs straight, she bent at the waist and placed her.