“Now—take off your pantyhose.” It was an awkward and humiliating process. She had to rest her weight on her forehead while reaching back with bo...h hands and up under her skirt, which had fallen down again, to pull her pantyhose off of her hips and down to her knees. Only then could she lift herself back up to her former position and reach back one arm at a time to remove her shoes and then pull her pantyhose the rest of the way off. When they were all piled up behind her feet I said, “Pull your. Your hands were shaking softly, your lips quivered as you whispered to yourself, “A closer look, need to get a closer look.” Your steps quickened as your heart continued to race, no way you were letting the fattest set of boobs you’d ever seen out of sight. She was standing at a lemonade stand, you could see the fellow running the counter trying with all his might not to stare at the glorious round globes that lay but a few short inches from the counter. As he handed her the lemonade his. Gehhhhh?..godddd.? He froze, leaving himself in place as her body convulsed around him, clamping down on his cock and then letting go again, clamping and releasing. Her chest was heaving as she tried to breathe, making a short, soft, sobbing, ?Naa, naa, naa,? sound with each exhalation. He still had not moved a muscle after so brutally burying himself inside her body. Finally, after about a minute, she went silent and began to calm down. As her hips finally stopped trembling, her eyes. She clearly thought that was an amazing bit of information and was waiting for Will’s reaction. She didn’t get one. He shrugged. “Yeah, I figured that part out.” “What!? You knew? It’s incredible, Will? It means we know how it works!” Jack said, baffled by his muted reaction. “No we don’t. It means we know what it does. That’s a pretty far cry from understanding how it works,” Will shook his head. “Well, it means we have something to work from!” Jack stood up and started pacing again. “We can.