I had always been very self-conscious about my body, especially my small breasts. Well, they weren't that small now. Until I became pregnant I was jus... barely a B cup. After Lori was born they had grown to a C cup. They had gotten slightly smaller when my body recovered from c***dbirth but not much and I was happier with them now. But I was not in the habit of showing them around. The only people who had seen my breasts were my husband and my OB\GYN. The only two places that I was ever nude. ." I trailed off, looking down at the choking mess I held in my iron grip, her body constantly spasming as I pushed her gag reflex further and further each time. Only an inch or two before she would be able to take the entire thing, but we really had to stop the gag reflex from pulsing through her body every time. One of my favorite sensations was a tight throat wrapped around my cock that I could mercilessly fuck to the hilt, watching the bulge travel down their neck without the mess and. Meg crawled into mine. When I crawled in and joined her she snuggled her back against me. She reached back with her hand, grabbed mine, and cupped it over her breast. The feel of her naked body pressed against mine was far to much stimulation for me to handle and as I began to kiss and nibble the back of her neck my hand began to wander and caress her.Meg sighed in pleasure as my hand roamed over her. My stimulation soon had her nipples rock hard once more. She turned to face me and our lips. “Hey, does that make me a teacher?” she askedcoquettishly. “Maybe I’ve discovered a new vocation.”“You’re the best damned teacher I ever met,” Johncomplimented her, giving her a friendly hug as she roseto her feet.The boy and his dog played fetch-it with a big stickfor a few minutes while Heather dressed and put theblanket back in the car. She still felt vaguely stoned,but it was hard to tell how much of that was the resultof the marijuana and how.