He moved his hips back and the cock disappeared between the mounds momentarily until he slid forward again, pushing it back into view. “Oh, God, you...��re fucking my tits!” I gasped. “That’s amazing!”Tim grinned. “You like that, huh?” he asked, as he started kneading the tits he was fucking. I nodded and whimpered helplessly, unable to form actual words as I stared at the cock sliding in and out of my tits. A million thoughts and feelings ran through my head, but one inexplicable, amazing,. What little pain there was I had learned to love. My yelps were fake but the writhing around I did was more real.She dumped more of it, this time landing it on my rounded heaving breast. The red wax made a splotch that was in sharp contrast with my cream colored skin. I yell and begged her to stop and of course she didn't. She continued painting my body with the wax-both breasts, my tummy, my thighs. I struggled and started crying like a baby.When she had used up most of the candle she blew it. Maybe I was just imagining it but I could've sworn that I saw Kristin quickly glance his crotch as he looked away to grab his drink. His swimsuit, while age appropriate, did seem to be just tight enough in the front to show a pretty large but nonetheless impressive bulge.At this point I walked over a little apprehensively as Kristin saw me and immediately smiled and introduced me to her new friend, Bill Rodgers. He gave me a firm handshake and said that he was glad that we had moved into the. She was hot. I could tell she spent a lot of time on herself. My wife was happy with a daily shower and fresh clothes, but this woman had a golden tan all over her skinny body, she had blond hair and big dark red lips. Once she had me naked from the waist down, she started unbuttoning my shirt. When I was naked, she said, “Honey, can I suck his cock?”“That’s what he’s here for.”“I thought he was here so you could suck his cock?” she said as she got on her knees. Her voice sounded as if she had.