That’s when she took my hand and put it on her left tit. I felt it. It was wonderful. It felt soft, full and a little heavy. She asked me what I t...ought. I could barely speak. I then took my other hand and squeezed her right tit. It was equally wonderful. That was the most contact I’d had with a woman in months. I closed the distance between us and kissed her. She pushed hard against my lips and opened wide to offer her tongue. I held her firmly against me. We kissed for a while and I. She was wearing some sexy lingerie. My body seems to have taken after hers, as I now have nice sized tits (a 34 D/ 34 DD); whereas I knew she had about a 38 C or so. Not bad size. Anyways she looked pretty smokin' hot.I found handcuffs in my dad's drawers. Interesting I thought, and made a mental note of them to use them later. But I wanted to explore moreNow I had watched a video at my grandparents that i found outlining sex toys and their use and such so I knew a little bit about them. I went. "Let me make you happy," Clara said as she slowly sank down to her knees and touched her lips to his cock."Jesus," he gasped. "What are you doing? Nobody's ever done that before. Jesus!"She circled his cock with her fingers and began to jerk him off slowly. She felt his cock stiffen and saw the first few drops of his thick, white cum appear at the bulbous tip. She shivered as she placed her lips against it.She loved the taste of cock. She loved the taste and feel of a man's cum. She loved. Samantha was a tall, blonde bombshell of thirty-eight. She had become pregnant while dating a ten year older biker and had at the same time begun taking drugs. When Hazel was born, Samantha left her biker and the drugs and cleaned herself up. She took night classes and after five years she was a registered nurse. She had met Jerry at a conference for nurses and had found him intelligent, kind, and funny. He was not a good-looking man and people often turned their heads to look at the odd.