Yes she confirmed it, this wasn’t the first time that they done this.“well you know what Eddie wants now, Dot”and with that she kneels down and ...raps his cock in-between her massive mounds. No matter how hard Eddie pushed forward he couldn’t get his end to come out the top.“Come on Eddie,” chided Dorothy, “push harder for Dot”.Fucking hell she was encouraging Eddie to burst out his helmet. Eddie held on to Dorothy’s shoulders to steady himself and pushed harder and harder, the two of them. "Miss Theresa, you are a true artist." The sword was made of beautifully carved platinum, the hilt looked to be a miniature platinum spring all sunk into a gold ring. Scrollwork was etched on the face around the hilt of the ring. The gold was melted and poured into some sort of a mould, leaving her to hand work the platinum.I put the ring on my right hand and it fit snugly. There was just enough play for my finger to swell and have it still be comfortable. I would have to get a few pairs of. The only sound within the room was the soft tug of breath she gave. My knees had begun to throb over an hour ago. But still I sat, hands over my thighs, and waited. Moments pass, and I see her eyes flutter open. She stirs yet again, and rolls on her side to face me. She brings her palm to her eyes, and rubs her exhaustion away. She swallows, and looks to me. ‘Sean, water. Now please.’ she mutters. ‘Yes, Miss Cia. Right away.’ I say. I rise, and my knees let out a loud pop as I cross the. .They were warm. I remember that. When I put my hand inside her bra and played with her left boob, I was a little disappointed. She seemed to have no nipples at all. I was later proved wrong. I fumbled about a bit, and when I withdrew my hand, she peeled away her blouse and bra to show me her left boob. She had enormous pink dinnerplate nipples and torpedo tits!It was mere seconds, but I will never forget. When she popped her boob back in, she behaved like nothing had happened, and pushed her.