I was especially thankful for the appearance of my breasts. When I was younger, I use to bemoan the fact I didn't have bigger ones, but I'm now happy ...hat my small, usually perky tits have no sag. Those endless pilates have left me with flat tummy and a nice firm ass. I try not to be too preoccupied with my body but I like it that my hard work yields results. With a splash of my favorite after-bath oil, I was finished bathing. I made my way back to the bed and slipped between the covers.. I spotted a few girls dancing awkwardly in a group to Miley Cyrus. They cackled when one of them tripped. They were also munching on brownies. I wearily made my way towards them. The floor felt like velvet. I was walking on sparkling light. I leaned against the wall, throwing the rest of my brownie in the trashcan. I chose to just stare at the girl who had tripped. She was not one to quickly recover; she patted the hem of her skirt again and again, as if it could never be straight. Her fishnet. George kept pumping into me and grabbed my ass spreading my cheeks out wide so Michelle could lick my asshole. I couldn't help but moan in pleasure as she started sticking her tongue as far into my ass as she could. Michelle then inserted first one finger, and then a second into my ass. Because I have very little body fat from working out, the membrane between the inside of my pussy and the inside of my ass is very thin, and I could feel Michelle's fingers inside of my ass feeling George's cock. Just that the breasts were to exaggerated in size and exposed the otherwise perfectly detailed copy of a female body as a work of artistic imagination. Those breasts are bigger than my butt, and I have a big one. At that point Heather's brain might have already connected the dots, but her consciousness didn't want anything to do with that yet. The clinking of ice cubes made her turn around and she accepted the cocktail from Cole's hand with that ingenious smile, so common on lovers faces.Cole.