She would treat herself to a bottle of wine at the weekend, but other than that didn’t do an awful lot, other than work. We spent a while chatting, ...rinking and smoking, while sat on the sofa together. Until this point I’d never looked at her in a sexual way, I noticed how attractive she was when she started laughing at what I was telling her. She was a tall lady, 47 years old, with long blonde hair, a slim yet curvy figure and tits bigger than I had previously realised. I spent a good time. She fought them, really trying to get away, and finding her own helplessness increasingly exciting. Raoul, who was powerfully muscled, got her arms behind her in a painful hold. Holly quit struggling, helpless.Marnie stepped in front of her and took out a pair of scissors. She inserted them at the hem of Holly's scrubs blouse and began to cut it open.Holly was surprised at the rush of excitement, both in her cunt (she loved that word!) and in her mind. Marnie's eyes were watching her, enjoying. One of the men left, and eventually a foursome was left in the bedroom, two mammoth women, and two extremely well-hung men. The studs had the women lay back on their back, then each concentrated on one and stripped to taste, which is to say nakedness. Vern couldn't help in her imagination, as she sat there steaming in her tub, comparing her own assets with the other broad. One thing was certain: they were both stacked, stacked as hell. It was hard to tell who was larger, but Vern had an idea. Every story she sent was erotic. Some were sweet and romantic, others were very hard-core. In all the time since he'd left the Mediterranean, this was the first time Gregg had sent a story of his own. It wasn't nearly as well written — he had no flair for the written word — but unlike Emily's stories, everything he wrote was true.Gregg forced himself to recite lists of dates and names of dynasties until finally he could coax his erection down. He may never have heard of the term "blue-balls,".