I felt a slight tickle in my crotch. Was it the bathroom calling or was it Billy? I decided for my own sanity the former. "What's your hurry, Kim?" Bi...ly asked. I had told him my name was Kim on the dance floor, whispering it so softly that I hoped he hadn't heard. He had. I looked him up and down and had a sudden inspiration. Maybe if I couldn't remove the subcutaneous device myself someone else could. "Billy, could you do me a favor?" "Sure honey, anything." "Well, Could you feel around in. I moaned loudly as I wiggled my hips for more sensation from the vibrator; in response my heavy breasts gave me a painful reminder of what was latched on the end of them. More pressure bore down on my clit, causing me to cry out in pleasure. Already pried apart, a cold, plastic object was wedging itself inside of my pussy. I pushed my walls out and back in to get a good grip on the dildo and out again to accommodate its length. I moaned softly as the hand holding the dildo began to fuck my. She was large, not fat, not pudgy, just really large, but with smooth, unwrinkled skin, and no sags. She had the breasts of a large girl — they might have been pretty had she been smaller, but they kind of lay weirdly, and were pushed out by the layer of fat under them. Cherie had a high opinion of herself indeed.Her older sister was in college, and engaged. She was spending the day off by herself, wrapped in her own amusements, ignoring the party.Our host, Chuck Senior, and his wife were. Fill me up. What a fucking cock. You fuck me so good. Harder stud. Give it all you got." She reached back and pressed his balls, massaging them close to too much pressure. Her interior muscles rippled trying to milk cum. She sensed success despite the recent blow job and ramped up her bullshit. "Oh God Roger. Fucking great. Almost there. Make me cum. Give it to me. Oh shit. Oh fuck. Oh god. So good. So close. So big. Yes!" She rippled and he came, his hands grasping and pulling her hips tight.