He had enough. He had to have enough. He would make it work."Dammit, man! I told you not to bother me with this penny-ante shit again!" The black teen...ger swatted the man's outstretched hands away, the offering cupped within scattering over the rough ground. "Don't you get it, you funk-ass bastard! You got to do better than that!"The man kept his eyes on the sneering face as he dropped to his knees. His again-numb hands rooting through the brown grass and weeds for his spilled capital, he. As she took it further in she was sucking hard, rubbing the underside with her tongue. And then suddenly she stopped. "This was for me, and I get the feeling you're beginning to enjoy it too much.."She climbed up onto the bed and stood with one foot on either side of my torso. "Look at me," she commanded. As if I would want to look anywhere else. "This is what a girl's body is for, to be looked at. I love to have a man look at me, at my tits, at my cunt. I love to open myself wide and let him. We went into a small cafe and ordered our drinks, when they had arrived we chatted some more and then she said 'you like me don't you' 'yes' I said 'why do you ask' she answered 'It has been a while that I have found a man that looks at me the way you do, ever since my husband died, I found myself alone but no man seemed interested in me, maybe because I'm too old' 'Nonsense, I think that you are a very attractive women and I have to confess I do fancy you, and dare I say it have had erotic. In reality she was now a healthy C cup, which definitelyseemed huge compared to what she had before. These boobs had a heft tothem that actually needed a bra. She could feel them tugging on the brastraps with a slight delayed reaction to her every movement.Looking down at herself, all he could see was cleavage, the top of hert-shirt, and long wavy brown hair hanging down past her shoulders. Shehad to bend over just to look past her own boobs. What she saw was ataught belly and belly ring.