We continued to masterbate together over the following weeks, but not as much as either of us would have liked. Our sessions had actually been pretty ...neventful. Although fun, we really didn't try anything new. Mostly we would jerk each other off while watching porn. He called me one day and said he was going to have the house to himself one Friday night and told me I should come over and hang out. I agreed and told him I would be over around eight o'clock. When I arrived I was a bit dismayed. As soon as possible, they went to bed. Each night John went through hours of frustrating hell but his fear of disease held him back. It was becoming more difficult every night not to kiss her mouth or pussy. Especially when she begged and cried, ‘kiss me, let me give you blow job.’ Tonight when he refused, she lay back and fingered her pussy. She was smiling and licking her lips inviting him to make love. He could stand it no more. ‘I want you to go to the French hospital and have some tests,’. Without a word being spoken, we started undressing each other. Her blouse and my shirt hit the floor almost simultaneously, and my hand slid up to her bra, and (one handed no less) it was unfastened and fell from her. What I saw then took my breath away. She had beautifully shaped 36D breast with large areolas, and large nipples, which were standing at full attention. This was to much to believe, they were perfect.We kissed again, but this time her naked breasts were pressed against my chest.. That body was every bit as sexy as I figured it would be, with a curvy ass and surprisingly large nipples. Too much bush for me though, but hey I knew I’d fix that. Watching her do this, especially as it was so obvious she did not want to, was quite the turn on. I think at this point most would just enjoy fucking her, or making this queen bitch suck them off, but I was going to make her pay for the disrespect.I’m 6ft 5, and work out daily, so I am much stronger than this petite little thing,.