Stern had invited me to her house to see a new "toy" she had acquired at the erotica shop next to the Main Street Mall. I was curious to see what it w...s because she made it sound so mysterious over the cell phone.She sat me down on the extra-long sofa and delivered a nice cold beer into my hands. I nursed it waiting for her to come back down from the upstairs bedroom. We seldom had ever made it to the second floor of her house because the fluffy white carpet in the living room was perfect for. He put his coat on as Megan eagerly primed the car owner's pump with an enthusiastic blowjob. For 20 energetic minutes, she worked the guy like a pro, taking his load into her awaiting vagina. If not for the surprising certainty in her own mind (why?) that she would not get pregnant, it would have been a sure thing."Man, you have married a wildcat," the Porsche guy said as he pulled his clothes back on. "Many happy returns." Thanks," Megan said as she hugged her lover. Doug wrapped his arm. God, I was embarrassed. What must he think? I blushed from my roots and, in my confusion, turned back to the conversation which, ironically enough, was about the Chelsea match which, apparently, the guys had seen on the telly in the pub. From time to time I stole a glance at Chester and, each time I did, he seemed to be watching me. He was still smiling but it was the smile of a crocodile and it deeply disturbed me.Before I knew it, it was midnight and the crowd was beginning to break up. I’d. Now, I have always had a breast fetish ever since the first erotic novel I ever read. "Candy" was the story of this hot nymphomaniac slut who not only teased men with her gorgeous large hooters, but she let them suckle on her big thick nipples too. That novel just set me off as a horny youth and my eyes were always peering at every babe I could spy, seeking out the bumps of their nipples, the fullness of their womanly bosoms. I know it's shameless of me, but I've gotta admit that I've always.