They were heavy, round, starting to sag, but still retaining some of their youth. Her nipples were fat, her areolas dark and huge. She rode me like a ...owgirl on a bucking bull. Oh, fuck! she moaned, the springs protesting our passion. Oh, God, Im cummin again! It was like my pecker had driven a hole in her dam, releasing her passion in a torrent of orgasms as she bounced on me. I came in her, she kept right on riding me and my pecker stayed hard. Her juices drenched my crotch, rolling down my. It looked like his coach lived there.Sue turned off the car and checked her make-up. “Once I walk up there, let me do the talking. OK?” With that, she reached down and pushed her large breasts together and then pulled the sides together to try to push them back in. A strapless dress, the bra was built in.“OK, you go up and knock, then I’ll get out of the car and come up.”Tim started to question why, but then he realized his mom wanted his coach to see her walking up the sidewalk.With a sigh,. I nodded with a grin. The basketball guys set me down. I decided that I could get used to treatment like this. Maybe I could get the wood shop to build me one of those chairs that Roman lords used to ride around in. Of course, I'd use basketball players instead of slaves for propulsion. I walked over to the lectern while teachers tried to get everybody else settled into the bleachers.I switched on the microphone. "I think somebody forgot to tell you." I paused as the last few stragglers found. Emily had kept her word and hadn't told them my secret either.I helped Mom pass out the banana splits we had made to everyone whileDad started on the specifics."Have you two heard of Sarah Carerra," he asked Dan and Sharon Prescott.I saw both of them nod before Emily's mom replied."Yes," she said. "She's that young new singer. Emily has been going onand on about her all weekend."I almost dropped the bowl that I was handing to Emily, which led us bothinto giggles for a few moments. But it wasn't.