Sandrine kissed her cheek.“Mademoiselle is more beautiful than ever.”Amélie giggled.“Oh, stop it, Sandrine. You embarrass me.”“But it is pe...fectly true, Mademoiselle Amélie. The sun suits you.” From behind her, Sandrine moved her hands to Amélie’s shoulders and traced the curve of her arms. “You have been swimming. It shows in your arms.” She moved her hands to cup Amélie’s breasts. “And these are as firm and delightful and inviting as ever.”At those words Amélie twisted around and embraced. .. it... ohhh..." My titsare pressed against his hairy chest and my nipples are rubbing againsthis roughness and it's making me feel hot. Better, the pain in mystomach is gone. In fact, my whole lower stomach is tingling.The man pushes me and I move back until I'm pressed against the bench. Ican feel my ass pressing against the hard surface. The cold of the benchfeels good against the soft flesh of my expanded ass. My tits lay heavyand full on my chest. Looking down my now flat stomach,. As he lay on the bed I slowly stood up. He sat there watching me as I untied the belt on my skirt then the button finally the zipper before sliding my skirt down and off. Next came my panties, which was already wet from all the heavy foreplay. As I stood before my new lover naked, he looked me up and down before he pulled me to him and he kissed me, first on the lips then my neck. Before long he was sucking on my chest he didn’t spend much time with them this time. He lay me down on the bed and. “Lisa what the fuck are you doing with that drag queen!?” he screamed. “You are not leaving me for another man!”Rachel Finklestein was unphased. “Drag queen?” she said, finishing her drink. “Where did you hear that?”“Rachel is all woman,” Lisa said. “Just look.” And with that the former beauty queen pulled her new lover’s robe open to expose the triple-d-cup breasts that were overflowing a flimsy white spandex leotard.But Gary didn’t care at this point. He was two hundred and fifty pounds of.