"You have such pretty breasts. May i kiss them?" She was so direct it stopped me for a moment."I love to see you touching yourself, Dulce, It really t...rns me on to see. You may kiss me there but please, kiss my mouth first. I'm just that kinda gal!" I was sure I sounded like a total idiot to these sophisticated artist women.Ida said: "Get across my face, hon, get across my face. Dulce can do your boobs while I get this other girl part right fucking here."So in a matter of a few minutes, I was. As I drove I kept an eye on the mirror – Sally had both of their cocks out one in each hand rubbing them and kissing each of them on the lips in turn, Tom and Terry’s hands were feeling her breasts and I could see both nipples standing proud, I noticed that they were both quite large well above average and getting larger with sally’s rubbing she leant over and took Tom into her mouth sucking greedily on his hard cock Terry was fondling her breasts squeezing then hard which she seemed to love.. She passed 20 years ago. I’m still not really convinced that she bought into my marriage, at 25, to my wife Sarah. Whom she loved just as well. I arrived at McGill at age 18, at the end of August, 1978. An awkward kid and still every bit the math nerd that I’d always been. Socially awkward at a time when the “free love” generation was reaching its peak. Thanks to mom, I had a single room in Molson House, the most prestigious and expensive men’s dorm building on campus. It was an art-deco. The carriage door was suddenly pulled open and Sarah almost hit the roof. ‘Refreshments anyone?’ Sam looked up and then dug his hand into his pocket. ‘Coffee please.’ he looked across at Sarah. ‘What about you Sarah can I get you anything?’ ‘Same please.’ she nodded her head and the tea person poured two cups of coffee and handed them over. ‘Anything else?’ Sam looked at her with his brow raised questioningly. She shook her head. ‘Nothing for me, thank you.’ He handed the woman a five-pound.