I ended up in a group home right as I hit puberty. The place was overcrowded and short-staffed. When I started having sex, it was more for something t... do that killed the boredom. Not until I moved to a new group home did I find out that I was doing it all wrong, especially using cooking oil, petroleum jelly, or lard for lubrication,” this cute blonde woman told us.I watched the horror pop up on the faces of the other women, and a few men, in the room after she said that.“One of the girls. .. no," she said, unhooking her bra and letting her gigantic titsfree to wobble on her chest."Do you remember anything about who you are?" he asked, desperately."Um... yeah, I'm Bunny, and I totally want to fuck you... Mr. President!"Will sighed, closed the shades on his new office windows, and let Bunnyhave her way with him.***The first few weeks with Bunny were difficult for Will. First off, histiny apartment really wasn't big enough for four people, and second ofall, the amount of sex. She cupped her tits, one in each hand, reaching her thumb and index finger towards her nipples and began to pinch and twist, making them stiffer and more appealing. I reached up towards those tits, those tits that I've thought about so many times. My hands were still slippery and covered with the sun-screen. My hands rested on her tits and began to rub and massage the sun-screen into her chest. She let out a gentle moan as she exhaled. Her breathing had quickened and I could feel her chest. He said they had one other time and they had both liked it alot. I told him my wife was pretty drunk so I thought she would go along with doing both of them as long as they behaved and didn't get too abusive. He agreed and hurried off to tell his friend the good news.When my wife got back, I suggested we go ahead and leave, so we went to the car. I drove and they followed us in their car. On the way to the motel, we mostly made small talk. We were both reveling in our own thoughts and enjoying.