"Don't push your luck, mister," she said with a laugh and started to pull her shirt off. I just stared in awe at her massive naked breasts as she laid...down, lifted her legs in the air and peeled off her pajama pants and underwear. I stared, mesmerized by her basket ball-sized breasts. They definitely had more sag than my mom's but that was to be expected.She inched closer to me. She took my hand and pressed it into her massive, soft breast, then wrapped her hand around my cock."Is this what you. You're a lucky man. Your wife is quite a knock-out." Thank you, sir." Yeah, I bet you get it on every night, don't you." He swept his hand over his crotch and rubbed it.Jim didn't know how to answer that, so he said, "Well, no—not every night."His boss sprawled in the leather chair. He was in his forties, bald on top, and portly. He suddenly said: "When are you going to invite me to your home?"Jim blinked. "Well, sir, I—well, whenever." Make it this weekend," his boss said."Yes, sir, okay," Jim. Set for life!" He gazed at Amanda's face. She was asecond generation Greek girl, and had a long and intelligent face, withdark, warm brown eyes, similar to his own. Her olive skin was marredby a spray of dark freckles, but they added character. He really likedAmanda, she was sharp and intelligent, and not afraid to speak hermind, but at the same time he could sense an innate shyness andvulnerability in her that was very appealing.He handed her the last of her notes, and as he got up, he. "You're home?" he asked. Crouched in the bushes, Roger held his breath."Honey, this is Brad, from work. The techies faded early so he brought me home. Be glad you didn't go. Ugh. I invited him in for a nightcap. Join us?" Lisa amazed herself at how suddenly normal everything seemed. Fifteen minutes ago she had been coming unglued with his man's cock in her up to her belly button. Now they are all having slightly awkward but pleasant conversation. And she was quite a sight in a skimpy cocktail.