Girlfriends can’t help making bawdy jokes about them, which I suppose is their way of working out whatever “boob issues” they have (and what gir... doesn’t have those?). Strangers snap pictures of them from car windows. Female lovers will envy them, and male lovers will keep finding new and creative ways to splatter them with cum.And, as long as I’m being honest, I am as interested in them as anyone else.The truth is, they turn me on. They did right from the start. The bigger they grew, the. “I’ve never... I don’t know what...” “Come here, silly.” I knelt down, still in disbelief even when she parted her legs and stroked her fingers over her pussy. I walked forward on my knees, the ridiculous waddle drawing a little chuckle from her. She reached down between her legs and put her fingers on the tip of my dick, pressing it downward. As I moved forward the last few inches, she used her fingers to guide me. We both let out loud groans followed by a gasp as I slid inside her. I couldn’t. One day as we were pulling out of his driveway, his girlfriend waving from the front door, he reached over from the passenger seat and started to stroke my thigh. I got a little nervous because didn’t want his girlfriend to see, but it was so hot. I mean he’s always been touchy feely, especially at work, he’d been known to call me his work wife, “accidentally” touched my breasts any chance he gets, and sometimes when everyone else has gone home or is busy, he’ll come up behind me and hump me.. We do this all the time. I lost and Bette got up and talked to the bar owner who laughed and then started announcing that the bar would be closing early. He escorted most of the customers out except for a little over a dozen regulars who sat at the bar with big grins on their faces. They were all men. He then locked the front door and walked out the back door with two of the men. Bette told me I’d better get my clothes off and get ready. I figured I had a gangbang coming up.My mouth dropped.