He reached up and felt her bra and her tits beneath. He squeezed. Rachael's massive tits felt so good. He pulled his hands from her shirt and grabbed ...er tits. He squeezed them, her shirt creasing as he did so. "Oh fuck!" Shouted Jack "Tell me not to cum in you." he said to Rachael.Her voice wasn't filled with dread or alarm, but she opened her mouth and said the words: "Don't cum in me!" Please! Don't cum in her, thought Debbie. "Shit!" exclaimed Jack as he exploded inside Rachael. She felt. There's no rush!" She pulled my head up by my chin with two fingers, and kissed me again with her soft cotton like lips.The walk from Leanne's house was exceptionally long that night. I wasn't sure why it would be, but believe me when I say, it was probably the longest walk and the night ahead would prove to be twice as long as the walk was.I walked into the house and it was quiet. Dad's car was in the drive way right behind my Volkswagen Bug that he had bought me, so I knew he was there. The. Julia jumped up, and, a few seconds later, came in with 5 of them in her hand, depositing 4 of them in the drawer, and lighting the 5th, and handing it to him. She took a saucer she had grabbed, and handed it to him to use for an ashtray. "Enjoy yourself, Sweetie! WE LOVE to smell 'em.!!!"They resumed their talk, also noting, where his attention was focused. Each of them slid down and opened their legs. "There ya go, Honey. Can ya see them better? When ya finish, or get tired of your stogie,. " Are you sure," he asked."Yes, now I'm going to get on my trike and go grill a pimento cheese sandwich and warm some of Alice's soup." What I didn't say was the soup reminded me of high school. It was very much like the watery vegetable soup we were served there. It was good, but had almost no body. They of course didn't grill the pimento cheese sandwiches on the top of a wood stove like I did.It was six o'clock when I finished preparing the food. I sat by the computer eating it. I was busy.