Usually my sessions ended around three in the morning, everyone left, and I went to bed alone, but there was Dion in my bed at nine in the morning."Wh...t are you doing here?"He reached over and began rolling my left nipple between his fingers and said, "Trying to make points."My breasts are very sensitive and I moaned and said, "Well that's certainly one way of doing it."After a little mutual head and a slow leisurely fuck Dion took me out to breakfast. Over coffee I asked, "So, what's the deal. While kissing I was continuously moving my hands on her back and her ass.After completing our kiss she said “I was waiting for this day since long ” and she took off my t-shirt and my pant. I said me too aunty. Again we started to kiss each other now I opened her bra and those big balls with pink nipples came in front of me.I was out of control I started to start to suck her right boob and crushing her left boob. The hot water was making it more soft and erotic. As I was sucking she started. I began to get bolder in my routine. I allowed the weights to swing more and when they clanked together, I felt the sharp vibrations shoot through my breasts and into my clit.I started pushing myself to the edge of what I could stand, regardless of the damage I was doing to myself. I managed not to do any jumps, but I found other ways to show off. I twirled around so the weights would fly out away from my body and lift my breasts into the air. I bent over forward and let them swing around in. There was a small mole just away from her mouth, to the left and slightly above. Her neck was delicate, thin, the veins pulsing beneath her dusky skin. Her shoulders were straight and somewhat broad, slightly bowed like some aboriginal weapon.Her breasts were small and rounded, the nipples slightly upturned as if they were expecting a kiss upon them. Her nipples were hard little pebbles centered in dark chocolatey aureoles. Each breast a study in perfection, a delicate palm full.Her belly was.