She had enormous tits and there was something somehow sexy about her fat snatch and long jet black hair. She also didn't mind being showered in cum. S...e liked my sperm explosion problem. She often got up early to come and burst into the bathroom to suck me off and titfuck in the shower. Do you know I even fucked her mother, who was much prettier, and not fat, and was supposedly really Christian but liked wearing a white top and no bra. Yeah, I fucked her too. I would have loved doing both at. What was Christen doing at that very moment?As it happened, the buxom blonde was not having much fun. It was hot, mid-day hot, and traffic too light for her outstretched thumb to get any action. Nor did it help that she was perspiring heavily. With miles to go before reaching the air conditioning of the mall, Christen wracked her brain for an alternative plan.Even if she did catch a ride, who would want anything to do with her? Sweat dripped into her cleavage from her chin. Her tube top had pit. But she knew nothing about how to fix a car or make it run.The blonde began to cry. She wanted to see Mark, so very, very much. She wanted to meet him at the airport, dressed and made-up as she was, to dazzle him and throw her arms around him. She was very happy that nothing had happened last night during her meeting with Hemmings and Dr. Braun. She remembered meeting them, speaking to Braun, having the injection in her bottom, and then talking to Braun some more. Just before leaving, he told. "That's fine, I'm only the victim of myself and the goddamned layback move." Layback?" Andrews asked probingly. Alice grabbed her phone and bending over next to him, flicked it open and scrolled through her pictures until she found the one she wanted.Andrews' pants grew a little tight as he found himself looking at a picture of the woman standing next to him. She wore tall heels, maybe seven or eight-inch heels, and skimpy bikini bottoms and a tight sports bra. She was holding onto a pole with.