"Frankie watched her massage her ample bosom. Mary wasn't fat, just roundand full. Frankie felt a blush coming up her face. "What cup size areyou, Mar...?"Mary looked at the blushing Frankie. "Oh honey, I'm embarrassing you. Howsweet." She cupped her hands under her breasts. "The girls are D cups. Iwas big way back in high school."Frankie tried to imagine having breasts in high school.As they talked, Mary pulled off her panties and stood there naked infront of her.Frankie was surprised to see. The tits had felt firm under my grasp, like heavy rubbery globes that were just meant to be mauled. My manhood pushing against my jeans, I squeezed harder, pushing my fingers deeper into her chest, eager to take in as much of the soft flesh as possible into my palm. Though the sweater proved to be an impediment, I soon found myself squeezing them as much as possible, loving the way the bouncy tits filled my hands and resisted my fingers as they invaded it. Suddenly I was aware of two eyes. No people walked past. So she started to walk down the road. Cum stains were all over her top and skirt. She had a flustered look and a sweaty glow about her, which made sense considering she just got thoroughly fucked twice in a matter of a few hours. But she didn’t care anymore how she looked or what she was wearing. She was just hoping to find a way to get to work, so she could smack her boss a few times for making her go through this day. As she walked back onto the main road and headed. He began kissing her neck and collarbone, sensing her neck was her weakness and knowing it was his. "Did I tell you that I have a neck fetish?'Slowly understanding his words, she asked, "What do you mean?" There is something about the neck that really turns me on. The look, the feel and the way my mouth feels on it. Turns me on like crazy, sort of like how some men like breasts or ass. I like necks," he answered between kissing, showing her just how much his words were true. "Is that all?" She.