She couldn't be older than her late twenties, and she felt more energetic than she had in years.Eleanor's voluptuous breasts, formerly large and heavy...from nursing her two sons and the pride and joy of her curvy body, had clearly shrunk by at least two cup sizes to a small, perky B. Worse, though, she couldn't help but feel glad about that fact, like they had always been large, gross, and unwieldy, and only now were beginning to edge closer to perfection somehow. She also noticed that she was. "N... N... No." She answered with her hand over her face preying that this was all a horrible nightmare."Bitch... look at me when I'm talking."When Gina raised her head she saw the biggest cock she hand ever scene in her life. His cock was close to nine or ten inches long and almost as thick as her wrist. Her eyes swelled up in absolute disbelief."Oh My God," She cried out."No... No... Please NOOOOoooo!!!!!!"Before She could close her mouth the big black man pushed his thick ebony cock in her. I imagined her getting dressed, laying on her bed, grunting softly as she wiggled into them. Worn low, her top high, I could see a lovely expanse of flesh, her navel exposed every time she lifted her arms. A friendly smile and eyes full of mischief as she reached out and grasped my wrist, her fingers determined. The other hand? She placed one finger over her lips and then, like a kiss, over mine, glancing at the bed where my wife lay sprawled, still dressed, snoring softly. I knew what was. "At that, he pulled back well before the second point. "A shame, but that will change in time. Tighten thy legs about me here."When she did, he started moving again. All the talk had rather reduced her voluptuous mood. The sensations of his short movements in her rekindled this slightly. Now, however, it was no longer dark. She could see as well as feel, and the sight of the transformation of his face above her took her attention. He looked concerned, then distracted. Then, while his pace down.