- Six… seven! All night ... I was an a****l ... I just couldn’t control myself .... - Do I... remind you of Miss Viola? Just a tiny bit? - No ... ...he was ... - Go on, said Michelle rearranging herself on the edge of the bed and I saw a hand slip between her fat thighs. - You're taller than her, but ... –- But what? she whispered provocatively.- You have bigger breasts ... the boy managed to blurt out.- You like ... big breasts? - Yeah, I like to ... - Say it. Michelle leaned a little over the. "We're nearly done!" She exclaimed excitedly. You had no idea how women enjoyed this type of thing."The last list is the guest list. We've agreed on most of them, I know, but we're a little over." She frowned while watching you with a careful gaze. You weren't sure what she was thinking, as you've often found Emily hard to read."Okay. So what do we do?" You asked, weakly feigning enthusiasm."Well, we'll have to get rid of some. We have a total of fifty relatives attending... Fifteen close. Then she lowers her chest to mine, and places her arms around my neck in the most loving embrace that I’ve ever felt. We’re connected in so many ways. I can feel both of our pulses inside as she continues to squeeze me deeply. I can feel both of our heartbeats as our chests are pressed together. And I can feel the pulse of her neck as she snuggles against my shoulder. If I fell asleep now, I would be fulfilled, I really don’t yearn for more, but she has other plans. Slowly, she lifts her chest. Amy rocked her hips hard, pumping my cock in liquid velvet. Her fingers strummed her clit, taking herself along with me. I thrashed and writhed under her, trying desperately to get away from her tickling fingers and trying desperately to stay with them. I didn't know where torture ended and pleasure began anymore. It didn't matter.In that darkened room, my senses focused down to two things: Amy's touch everywhere on my body, and then a sixth sense of energy flowing between us. I plunged in,.