Tess' breasts were magnificent. I had never, in my sadly limited life as a lover of women, encountered anything like these monumental mammaries! Many ...many women, anyway) would say they were too big. I suppose that an argument could be made to that effect. Certainly Tess, fine athletic woman that she was, never would run a marathon. Not with those heavy-duty knockers.And they would have likely limited her success as a long jumper, or a sprinter, or a pole-vaulter as well. Pairs figure-skating?. Trainer said something to her and she stopped abruptly and sat up straight and didn’t move for a few seconds. She started to massage her own breast as her hips began to move slowly, forward and back, left and right, round and round, again, gradually gaining speed until she had to leave her breasts alone and put her hands on the glass for balance. She kept this up for a time, stopping only once to move from her knees to her feet, squatting on Trainers cock. This gave Vince a most pleasing view. What a site. My wife’s friend sitting in rocking chair with her pussy spread open masturbating with her favorite vibrator. I started to think how much joy this was going to give Dale.Her moaning was getting louder. All of a sudden my wife started moaning. I could quite see her because she was over by the video camera. Sue heard it also. She opened her eyes and look over toward the camera.“Oh Mary, got that’s hot!!” she stated.What was hot, damn it. I couldn’t see.Sue helped me, “I love the way. You know this feels weird sitting here with you. I remember back at school we moved in very different circles and you and I never got on" she said pondering about the past.He burst out laughing at her seriousness, then tried to keep a straight face when he saw she wasn't amused, but attempting to suppress a smile herself. "Well that was a long time ago; we're all grown up" he said."Fine, you're right. So what are you up to these days?" Letting the Chai run down her throat and soothe her.