God, you are so beautiful. >Tell me what you want to do to me. Tell me what you'd do, if I were there with you, right now, and don't be shy. >Well, th... first thing I'd do is bury my face between those soft tits. I just love big breasts in my face. That was speculation. I'd never had anything even remotely like a pair such as hers in my face, but I was sure I'd like to. I'd suck those nipples for hours. >Mmmmm, yes, I love having my nipples sucked. You could bite them a little, if you like.. I could tell my lips were already achingly swollen; I didn't need to touch myself to know that.I'd been doing this for the past twenty minutes and I'd not touched yet, until now. Slowly, I stroked my outer and then my inner labia. Long languid strokes along and between them. Then occasionally dipping a finger inside, collecting some of the creamy juice that was oozing onto the Egyptian cotton bedsheets under my bum.Dragging my finger upwards, brushing over my clit, hooking under its winking. She was a country music fanatic and the group Alabama was at the top of her list. Though not much of the regular crowd played it, I always kept some in the jukebox for her. The quarters would go in and they would dance together until she had played every one of the group's songs.When Charlie got a promotion and a transfer, I felt the emptiness of her leaving. But she would send me a card or letter, letting me know that things were going well. These contained her hopes and fears, the same things. Michael moved around so that she could pump his cock with her right hand, which she started doing. Dashawn was aggressive, and pushed his cock into her throat violently, far deeper than she could throat. She gagged, but he held her there. She gasped, and stopped pumping Will and Michael for a moment. A slick mixture of drool, sweat and pre-cum dripped out of her lips and down her chin and her breasts. Dashawn allowed her a moment’s respite, and then stuck his cock back in her throat, and.