My wife has a scar on her chest, where her right breast used to be. She was too young and too healthy to have breast cancer, but apparently the breast...cancer was unaware of these prerequisites, and attacked her anyway. She has always had beautiful breasts, and I a committed breast man. I remember sitting there in the doctor’s office thinking that I was going to smash the face of this quack for frightening her (me?) so much with this rubbish. I remember how helpless I felt. I remember how calm. Slowly they commenced their fuck. Fred withdrew his glistening hard shaft until just the knob remained inside the throat of her vagina. As his cock commenced it’s inward journey John began his outward movement. So they slowly built up rhythm and speed, alternatively thrusting in and out of her cunt. Lisa’s first orgasm in this position was quick, and explosive and intense. She never really subsided to any orgasmic low. The orgasms just rolled through her body, steadily growing in. She couldn’t understand what he meant by gasping in such a way, so Veronica asked him what was the matter. ‘ Are you kidding!?’ he exclaimed, as he buried his head between the soft masses of flesh. ‘ You know how much I love your tits!’ At this point Seff reached around Veronica to undo the hooks on her lacy bra. She was tingling in anticipation. As much as she wanted to restrain her own urges, she wanted more than anything to feel his tongue and lips on her steadily hardening nipples. Sensing. I ducked down until only my eyes were peering over the windowsill – maybe she could give me a clue as to the where abouts of her gorgeous sister?‘Oh…’ She sighed, stretching. I watched as she reached behind her and pulled down the zipper of her nun like dress, within seconds it had fallen to her ankles and there stood another angel. Wearing nothing but a single garter around her left thigh she stood, tall, majestic in the little cottage. Her breasts were supple, her nipples pert and erect. My.