I was delighted, her tits were firm, yet soft to the touch. Her nippled touched together perfectly and looked incredibly sexy. "I'm sooo wet right now..... every night I watch a video of a girl getting tit fucked by her step dad. I always pretended you were fucking my tits as I came. Now my tits are big enough to fit around your cock!" She slid her tits up and down myshaft, it felt just as good as stretching her snatch. She moved her face right in front of mine. She bit her lip and stared at me. We had outlawed Islam because it could and had been twisted to the purposes of some of its followers to provide the pretext for the actions that killed so many billions of people. That edict elicited a loud protest from several of the women. The guards posted around the perimeter had been warned to watch for and identify those women. I knew cameras were being trained on them. Rather than take immediate action, I wanted to give them a little rope and see how many and who would get comfortable. "Ken, can you hear me? Mr. Frazier? Squeeze my hand if you can hear me."He did not squeeze her hand. Instead, he opened his eyes. It was a struggle. The eyelids seemed very heavy, as if they had weights attached to them. When they did creak open a little the light in the room seemed as bright as the sun. Daggers of pain shot through his head and he slammed them shut once again."Ken?" the voice said, hopeful excitement in it now. "Can you hear me?"He tried again, slower this time, allowing his. Anyway, I got to her house, my last delivery, and was glad to see his car was not there. And I was even more glad when she opened door and gave me a big hug. I was hoping her big tits would be on show , but she had a large housecoat on,his I think, but I got a great feel of them as she hugged me. She asked me if I fancied a fry up, as a goodbye present. I happily said yes, and followed her in.I walked in behind her, disappointed she was in a housecoat and not a tight pair of trousers like she.