I busied myself answering the few messages that were not spam advertisements for a longer penis or enlarged breasts. Closing my computer down I decide... to take a chance that Cindy would be up soon and made some breakfast.I took a can of frozen orange juice from the freezer and placed it under running water to thaw it out. I started bacon and would also make pancakes because I could keep them warm for awhile. I doubted that Cindy's mom cooked for her most mornings. I wondered if there was even. Straightening up, I loved the way they jiggled. Opening the showerdoor I reached for a towel, patting myself down and then I cinched thetowel around my waist. I knew that women cinch a towel over theirchests when they get out of the shower, but I wanted to see my tits moveas I moved toward the mirror. I had only had them for a few minutes butI loved my tits.I realized then that I shouldn't call them "tits". What did women callthem? My sister preferred "boobs". Susan preferred "breasts". . I knew I’d at least get to enjoy one more time of sucking her magnificent breasts. Liz was leaving very early in the morning and I didn’t think she’d want to have our usual breakfast session.We arrived at her room and I prepared for the normal routine. Liz looked beautiful as she stood in the middle of the room, slowly undressing. Suddenly I realized that this felt different somehow. She wasn’t just getting topless for me, she was undressing, sensuously, and making sure I was enjoying the show.. As she slowed down, I pulled my fingers out and took hold of my cock. I started to rub it up and down her lips.“Me or god?”“Huh?”“Who do you want fucking you?”“You!”I pushed into her without hesitation. I started moving back and forth, in and out, building her next orgasm. I could feel her pulsing around me, drawing close once again. As her next orgasm washed over her, she pushed back onto me. I stopped my movements, holding her hips to make sure she knew I was there and keeping her safe.As she.