As with most men, breasts held a fascination with him, though only as long as they were real. Fake breasts always seemed too perfect to him, unnatural... and that always turned him off. He also hated the idea of what women went through to get them; the invasive surgery and the unnecessary health risks, it just seemed so needless. He really hated the idea that women with fake breasts might not be as sensitive to his touch, he always wanted to provide as much pleasure as possible. He wanted to. Your act of heroism has been widely reported in the press, and there arereporters downstairs in the lobby as we speak. The General you saved hasbeen singing your praises all over Washington, and that is why I havebeen asked to get involved." I looked at him more intensely. The fruit salad on his chest suggested hewas an ex-fly boy, though by his age I guessed he was career military."The bad news is that your injuries are severe to put it mildly. In orderto save your life they have had to. I.” She stammers trying to speak. I start to speak but I’m stunned into silence when she takes her hand from between her legs raises it to her mouth and licks it. I feel my cock twitch watching her pornographic display and I wonder what the fuck is happening. Selina walks forward into my bedroom, turns around and closes the door behind her, she then kicks her shorts off her feet so that she is wearing nothing from the waist down and then starts to walk across the room towards me. My mind is. Mom was a really hot mother at thirty-eight years old. She was definitely one of those MILF. She was about five eight, a hundred and twenty pounds, and she had a great pair of 36-B tits. Her tummy was flat and her ass was firm. She turned heads wherever we went.I could not believe that she didn’t go out every weekend or have a regular boyfriend. She was just too good not to have a man in her life.Anyway that Saturday evening I waited for Mom to leave. She was dressed to kill, her makeup was.