I tried to pull her top off so that I could get to her nipples that I could see were rock hard but it was proving somewhat difficult. She stopped suck...ng me just long enough to get undressed and we also then got in a 69. I just love laying back and letting someone lower their pussy on my face and getting the first taste of juice and then letting them rub their fanny all over my face and grabbing the odd opportunity to suck on their clit. I was sucking away and I could hear that the girls were. And thebirds singing where rather larks then nightingales!My eyes snapped open and in the first daylight I looked at twomagnificent breasts pushing a pink top away from MY chest and pushingopen my jacket. The top-most buttons must have been blast off by thestretching of MY breasts (!?!?) because they were missing. Realizationdawned on me. I HAD BREASTS! I had ogled at her breasts and wished Icould feel them hanging on my chest and NOW I HAD THEM ON MY CHEST!!!This couldn't be real! I must still. .................I love sports. The thrill, the tension, the debauchery...... Lockersooms especially! love the musky smell of a worn jock, especially when nuzzling it with your face and lips, feeling the cock inside growing and thickening, trying to escape and plant firmly in your cocksucking mouth! And playtime does happen, too.... thinking of all the missed opportunities I'd had, waiting impatiently for a friend who was dawdling and shooting the shit with others needlessly... or so I. As he entered the room, she stood with the towel half wrapped around her, just enough to show her ass. “Can you tie this in the back for me babe? I don’t see a reason to put on clothes now,” she said.He stepped forward grabbing the towel. “I got you,” he said, taking in her scent. He couldn’t help but stand closer, she looked so damn good. Before he knew it, he had thrown the towel to the floor and began kissing her neck as he massaged her breasts. She smiled hard and closed her eyes in.