..Stopping for breath you shake your head once more, running your hand through your hair you try to wipe some of the sweat from your brow as you feel ...e carry more spit to your arse. Opening you up and getting it wet. I pull my cock out of your pussy and replace it with my hand, rubbing your wet cunt and pushing the juices up to your tight, tight ass hole. Signalling you once again with a slap on your thigh you stand up and move to the front of the stage, hearing me turn the chair again and sit. " She managed a smile. "I trust you."Bess nodded, grasped one of Anne's rich locks, dragged it outward and sheared it in half. She grabbed the severed hank as the curly hair fell back in place and held it before the young woman. "What you want me to do with this? Gonna be a basket full." Save it. Maybe doll makers or folks that do wigs can use it. We can stuff a pillow." She laughed as Bess dragged up another rich length and cut it in half. The hair sprang back and curled tightly, and old slave. As I got older my tits got bigger at that time around a 38 DDD or F and the bras were not flattering so I bought a pair of rubber nipples that went over my nipples under the bra and stood out as if I was wearing a sheer lacy bra and I was standing at attention. At the first timeout I make my way down the court clicking high heels and swaying, shoulders back while letting my breasts bounce up and down a little just enough to garner man attention. All three refs were standing in the half count. The next morning, the sexual tension is thick, and the quick glances and eye contact between me and him tells me this thing is not over. I go over it in my mind at work and have a hundred reasons why I shouldn't do this. I still can't break the thought from my head, wondering what he feels like, what his touch will feel like. That night at dinner, I watch as he and Jenny head downstairs to watch TV, and he gives me a knowing glance on his way downstairs, almost daring me to stop them. I try to.