“You wanna wear my fucking load,” he grunted, “Then fucking WEAR IT!” he kept pumping and pulsed out another three giant blasts, one to each q...adrant of my face, sheets of virile seed overlapping each other until I could seen only white-hot boiling spunk. Then my tits were vibrating and wet, knocked around in all their mountainous glory by equally glorious volumes of gonad-gravy, his thick sauce slicking all over my monstrous melons until I felt like I was having a plaster cast of my tits. She is what many people would call full figured, afraid to use the f-word. Call her whatever you like, it makes no difference to me. I’ll call her fat, certainly not as an indictment but as a descriptor. And I wouldn’t change a single thing about her, because to me, she is perfect. Her legs, her ass, her tummy, her back, her arms. All of her. All of her fits together flawlessly, resulting in a whole that is so much more than the sum of its parts. As much as I admired the view, I wasn’t about. . but ... and well ... I like Richard."I swivelled on my seat so that I was facing her. From one side I could see Jen and 'C' watching me intently. From the other corner of my eye I could see Erin's boyfriend still casting glances our way. But he could only see the tops of our heads, with the rest blocked by the back of the couch. I leaned in towards Sara's best friend, "you are mine Erin. You should ask me before you do anything." With that I boldly pulled her right breast from her bathing. Most men will say that the worst blowjob they ever had was still pretty damn good... So we carried on like that for about a week. She kept wanting to know what comes next. Several times I almost told her but kept from it. This seems to heighten her excitement, how far I did not know. I then made her start guessing. Each night during that week I'd have her strip naked for supper to get used to her body. After supper I'd lick her pussy till she orgasmed in the dining room. Waiting for what.