Let's just say they were bigger than average, with a nice shape, and whenshe wore tops that were thin and fit closely, I could see her nipples forming...bumps on her T-shirts.I always called her Miss Bridgette as I was taught to do by my parents, and had been visiting her sinceI was ten years old. Two years after her husband had died from an early and unexpected heart attack.I'm a really bad judge of age, maybe because it's not that important to me. I find something interesting in everyone I. As I look up at you, you see my submission in my eyes. You have earned my trust, so I willingly submit to you. I free your needy cock and stroke you – up and down, up and down, long smooth strokes. My hands lengthen you. Cupping your balls, I kiss your tip with my lips, before giving you the head you want. Nothing makes you feel more virile than seeing your big cock in my tiny mouth. You coach my speed and intensity. I immediately obey. Your balls tighten and you take control, holding my head. I am a19 year old chubby boy. I am fair and 5 feet 4 inches tall. This incident happened when I went to Goa with my friends.After semester exam, my classmates decided to visit Goa to relax. We reached Goa early in morning. Everybody was tired because of 8 hr train journey in general compartment. We all had breakfast and decided to take rest. After a while we went on beach. We played football, enjoyed in sea, had lunch in shack. All boys in my group started drinking and few girls also joined. "and even as he said it they both caught the double meaning and laughed lightly."A shower would feel great, " she agreed and he liked the music of her laughter as she spoke, lingering on his ears. "But I haven't brought a change. I'd hate to get back into this sweaty stuff after I'm all clean and cool"He offered her his hand again. "No worries. I'm sure I've got something that will work for you. C'mon." and he led her into the below deck cabin. She sighed with pleasure as the cooler air hit her.