I can sense your rib cage, your flat, toned abdomen, and your belly button. I stop there and tease the stud you have piercing the most beautiful navel...I have ever seen. I resume my journey south and extend my tongue into your panties. You shudder at the sensation and at the anticipation of the pleasure ahead. Your jeans are in the way, so I unbutton, unzip and lower them to the floor. You kick them off and away from your feet. Now, the only thing that stands between me and my desire are your. Now i want a yell of pain and i get one. i move to the end and stay there, getting used to the enormousness of you inside me. i gag slightly, but recover quickly. then i feel your hands holding me down. you want me to stay, but i push back and you let me up. it's time to start, so i move slowly, making little bites as i rise. this excites you and i feel you start shaking in my mouth. i then go down, taking back all i've given up. your head lols in place on the back of the couch. you're in. Yes, religion in America did have its perks.So why was he here, brooding in his luxury apartment? Gosh, could it be someone was messing with his flock? Gosh, that really sucked. It must really be getting to him if he was even brooding about it here in his dreams. Broke my heart. Can you tell?His silent reverie was interrupted as a single chime echoed through the apartment. The chime signaled that someone was on the way up in the elevator. With a last look down at the busy street, he went to. " She had big boobs before k**s, but having three so close together certainly turned them into huge monster fun bags. You would need two hands just to handle one of them. Not sure where she bought her bras to contain them. That, of course, is not something we would ever talk about. They also got a lot of attention from my friends who liked to talk about my mom and her huge boobs a lot. I would kind of laugh the comments off and pretend like they bothered me, but was also very happy and proud.