She was big, and they were huge. Because she was only young, her chubbiness wasn't even a problem. There were no folds or wrinkles or stretch marks be...ause she was still a young woman, and fuck me, when those tits came out, they really CAME OUT! They were massive. When she took her bra off, they didn't drop even a half of an inch. They looked like she had dropped by the service station and pumped them up on the air hose. She was young enough to have puffy nipples, so they just looked like a. She looked around to see if anyone had noticed her little venture into the world of sexual rapture, but it seemed none had taken any notice. Her eyes eventually fell back upon the protagonist of her fantasy, and he seemed to be rounding off what was surely an invigorating introduction to the year with words on working hard but to remember, “You’re here to have fun, too!” He put extra emphasis on the word fun, and looked at Melissa with and coy grin as he did so. Her heart skipped a beat. Had he. Then it hits you, a massive orgasm. Your body writhing in ecstasy as your scream at the top of your voice. The woman moves back ever so slightly, giving everybody the opportunity to watch your body writhing and bucking in it’s bonds. Your pussy twitching as the muscles fight against each other for control. As the orgasm subsides, you realise that a face is very close to yours, breath against your face. Quietly, the woman responsible for the amazing orgasm says ?that was incredible.?. It's that new man desire— to unwrap him like a present, to feel him, and learn his little differences. The chase, the hunt, and the seduction that men mistakenly believe they control.I missed the wild parties and the occasional dalliances with multiple partners. But I had traded that for so much more. Loving just one man is hard, but rewarding. I also kept my man in the dark about my past. It was nothing that I felt he needed to know. What man needs to know the details of his wife's former sex.