"But Mr. D. I'm not gonna say anything to anyone. I mean, it's not like we'd have to do anything. Not, well, uh, unless you wanted to. We could just h...ng out."And I realized that Marissa was actually implying she was potentially making a sexual offer to me. Even though I suspected it earlier, I had disregarded it, thinking I was over-reacting.Much to my shock and utter amazement, I responded back to her on Facebook and said, "If you come over, you have to make sure it's after dark, and nobody. Lots of older men deal with it, but they don't have help like this to make them, well nice." Is there any way to tell how they will develop? Sandra asked."Look at his mother and sisters. How are they developed?" Well, both his sisters are about 40D. His mother was a bit bigger." Then, that is his genetic potential. Sandra, would that freak you out if they got that big?" I don't know. I hadn't thought about that." Hey' I injected, "do I get a say in this? After all, it is my body."Terri grinned. The merchant’s house showed a faint light through a crack in the blinds, but Deirdre circled to the back of the house. She felt safer in the shadows and tapped lightly at the backdoor. She hoped Conn would come to the door himself, his wife was not as broadminded and would have liked her husband to cease all dealings with Deirdre. With a sigh of relief Deirdre saw the door open a crack to show the grey eyes of Conn. The stout merchant raised his eyebrows in surprise and opened the door wide to. I slowly pulled one strap of my tank top down, exposing my breast. He must of felt me move because at that moment he turned over and threw an arm over me, his hand unknowingly cradling my breast in his hand. I felt my nipple grow hard against his palm, silently urging him to squeeze. Only if he knew how much he was teasing me and how wet he was making me. I wanted his huge cock in me, fucking my cunt almost viciously. I wanted to feel his hot, throbbing shaft deep inside me, pounding me into.