She didn’t want to disappoint her friend. Her friend even said she had a big surprise for her. She was hoping the surprise might be one of her boyfr...end’s hot friends.Samantha went to the salon the day before and got her pussy and underarms waxed. She was hoping that maybe she’d get lucky and be taken out of this very long and tedious dry spell she had been in.Playing with Bob was about the only way her pussy had an orgasm. Samantha would fuck herself about ten times a day. She loved feeling. She moaned and pushed back against me. I started working on her, slowly at first and then I increased the pace. She started talking to me, "I love to fuck. I'm a slut...I'm a slut Kevin, and tonight....I'm your fucking slut. Use me...use me like the slut I am. You own me Kevin."I heard what she was saying and it made me just that much hotter and made me need to fuck her harder. I started pounding into her, slamming her pussy with everything I had. With each thrust she let out a gasp. The pure. The masseur's cum was still trickling out of her pussy, little by little, and her own fuck juices had flowed freely as she'd watched Mark with the girl. She only wanted to get clean. She knew she'd jack off in the shower, but then she'd wash away all the filthy fuck fluids, the evidence of her degenerate lust and her infidelity to her husband.Her bedroom door was half closed. It should have been wide open, as she always left it unless she was inside and didn't want to be disturbed. And there. ” It was Iimja. Wow, did he look different, but so will I. She raised her head and looked towards her feet. She couldn’t see them because of the very large breasts in the way. “THAT’S very different,” she thought. Her home body had A cups. These were F. Her body had been modeled after Virginia Bell, a busty beauty from that approximate time.Iimja helped her stand up and learn to walk. Being so top heavy didn’t make things easier. She had spent long hours with her mentor learning ancient.