J.J.’s hairless chest stood face-to-face with Carl. His fleshy breasts were perky with large areolas and nipples. J.J.’s nicely manicured hands fo...dled them for good measure. “My legs are smooth too,” he said peeling off his form-fitting jeans. J.J.’s rotund booty was covered slightly in a pair of pink and purple tinted leopard print bikini briefs. Each ass cheek peeked out slightly from under the covering. The rotund bubble looked better than most women’s asses thought Carl. The tiniest hint. Her areolas began to thicken, puffing out a little. Now I knew she was aroused. Was she thinking about me? Or maybe she was thinking about Steve . . . . Carmen’s face flushed a little, the rosy glow spreading across her neck and cheeks. I almost heard her soft sighs, her breathing. She ducked her head, pushing her breasts up. I tried not to moan as she extended her long, pink tongue and tickled her own nipples. Then she licked them, swirling her tongue around first one, then the other. Her hips. Your profession's failures have led directly to my death, so I have ZERO tolerance for your crap today. I have only a few hours of life left, and I'm not going to waste it putting up with yelled interruptions from gutter-crawling trash like you." -- I visibly collected myself, then more calmly proceeded, "God tells me that my death will be some time in the next several hours. I got the impression it'll be this evening but I'm not sure about that. I don't know why He's being so imprecise, but. My tits, resting perfectly in my bra. He reaches up to hold onto them. He suddenly rolls me over so I'm on my back. He begins taking my shorts off slowly. As he unbuttons them and starts pulling them off, I lift my ass off of the bed ever so slightly, giving him the signal to pull them completely off. As my shorts slide down my legs, he looks at me with the expression of desire. He slides my panties off next. He then shoves his fingers into my wet, tight pussy. I moan and move my hips. "You're.