Or my old body I suppose. I'm a big 38c, and they look even bigger, well to me anyway, as the rest of me is now smaller. My waist is good. My arse i... quite big I think, but nice - so I dared a g string, and some leggings. My tits were in a tight little lycra top with no bra so they were jiggling a bit. I tend to sc**** my hair back and wear glasses when I am NOT on the pull, but this day I had my lush dark - auburn hair all unfettered, and my contact lenses in so I could at least find the. At one point my nose was buried deep between her lips and I could smell nothing else but her scent of sexual arousal. Her juices flowed and covered my nose and flowed into my mouth like honey from a hive. When she finished, she moved off my face and took her turn on my pecker. The girl who was riding me now lowered herself onto my face. The scent of her arousal was different than the first girl’s. It was muskier, perhaps from riding on my pecker. It wasn’t unpleasant, just different and I. His lips lifted at one corner in a wicked, confident smirk. He knew the torture he was putting her through. He knew he was hurting her. And he knew just how keenly she needed it. How that one solitary lance of pain was enough to make her a helpless puddling mess at his feet and in his hands. And he was enjoying it! Reveling in it. He was playing her like a fine tuned instrument, and he had barely even started. He knew it, she could see it in his eyes, and he would use that knowledge as power on. Then he penetrated Tim’s ass. Slowing sinking that finger all the way in. He worked that finger in and out a few times then he added the second finger. At the addition of the second finger Tim reached his arms back up and pushed me out of his mouth. He groaned, like he was in heaven and said “More!” Fred, who did have his palm facing down as he finger fucked Tim, pulled his fingers out and turned his hand, palm up. So he could stroke Tim’s prostate. He told Tim he wasn’t going to add another.