She also used some threeinch wide red ribbon to help decorate me. She made one wrap around my waist andone that went front to back through my crotch.I...could feel the cold ribbon as itslid across my bare sex. The ribbon wasn?t tight so it tickled the lips of mycrotch with its soft caress as Cathy fussed with it. She tried her best to makea bow at my crotch with the ends but it did turn out too well. Her last touchwas to tape the Dear Santa list to the bar that my butt was resting on. Iwaited to. She appeared exactly at 2.30 in the hotel lobby. Now, it’s time to give a good description of her. She was about 5ft 5 inches, great figure. She was wearing white synthetic office shirt, tucked inside her white trouser and a pair of nice black ladies shoe. Her shoulder length hair was pony tailed. She drove in the heat and due to sweat – you can faintly realize that she was wearing a white half cup bra below her shirt as sweat made the upper part of her uncovered breast bit moist. Also, you can. Without thinking I put my hands on her generous behind, which caused her to spring like a tigress. Julie rolled me over, wrapping her strong legs around my waist, sighing in contentment. Somehow that led to a playful wrestling match. Our sweaty bodies found a way to get excited further. One-thing-led to another, and we broke apart after another twenty minutes of passion. Tired and satisfied, Julie spooned me as I fell asleep on my side. The day's activities passed through my mind for a minute. "What have I gotten myself into?", Emily muttered. "I was a normal teenage girl, and now I have boobs bigger than my head, and I'm pregnant with a ... I don't even know what!" She buried her face in her hands and sobbed.After a moment, Emily collected herself. She sniffled, wiped the tears from her eyes and looked down at her bulging breasts. They looked bigger than ever with her swollen belly pressing them up from underneath.God damn, Emily thought. I have some amazing cleavage. She stared at.