The mattress shook then everything jolted up in the air a couple inches. It jolted several more times then shook hard for a minute.When everything had...calmed down, I was still really scared. "Bob, it wasn't a little one, was it?" I felt Don and Mom listening in."Fairly decent one. Probably low to mid five. I can't see much in the house which had any problem; one glass in the kitchen fell over and broke and that's about it."Don told us, "I've got this monkey on my back and it's trying to fuck me. Her beauty and vivacity made sure of that. She just could not though bring herself to take chances. As she admitted to herself, she was still hung up. Almost sub-consciously she set her sights on Richard.It started after a hockey match. Richard and Deborah had not been able to go to it and Deborah was still out when Annette was dropped off. She had not even had a shower and had merely pulled on her tracksuit. Richard was relaxing in the drawing room."Hello, Tig darling," he welcomed her. "How. Maurice was only emanating a silent and slippery sound with each stroke. There was a lot of noise from the women on the TV screen for their false orgasmic rush but Maurice was focused on the man’s climax and not looking at the TV screen at all. Every muscle from the man’s shoulders, chest, belly and the legs tightened like a stretched rubber band. His hand around his balls got still, groping the meat mass with force and kept squeezing those extra large eggs. His head was shaking from side to. About the only thing you could do was to get a tit fuck and only then if you sat astride her lap. This was at a time when she was very shy about her large tits, 34D, so my attentions to them at this stage probably had a big influence on her. Later when she was in her mid twenties I think she actually preferred to give tit fucks that almost anything else. By then she had come to be very proud of her tits and the act of a man fucking them was in her mind, his way of paying homage to them.Now when.