It had a brilliant kitchen that allowed me to indulge in my favorite hobby of cooking. My daughter was attending the local university and would occasi...nally come around with one of her friends and that would be my chance to make a nice meal, open a bottle of wine and relax with them in front of the TV. One of her friends was a big, but not fat girl, who had the most enormous boobs which she hid beneath chunky sweaters. It was during one of these evenings that this friend began to slowly slump. She knew she had knock-out tits and smooth beautiful skin to go with her light brown hair. Her eyes were blue, her body perfect. And she knew it, and she showed it. She showed it to me, around the house. That’s what made her such a bitch. She knew she had the goodies, and she teased me continually. She would wear tight shorts that rode up between her ass cheeks, and then bend over in front of me for some reason or other. Then, she would wear just a T-shirt with no bra, letting her erect. I was patient. I tried not to let it show how eager I was to see her body naked, laid out for me to caress with my minds eye and stroke over the canvas board with my brushes. How often I had imagined it and dreamed about it, hoping that somehow she might feel the same way about me. Alone in the night I let the fantasy take me away, to heights of pleasure. But when she was in the room, standing so near me I could feel her body heat and smell her shampoo, I would say nothing of the desires that. "Um, uh, I don't know how," she said.That pissed me off! I had spent half an hour fondling her, taking her nipples one by one between my teeth, pulling my head back slowly, scr****g her erect milkmaids, making her gasp with pleasure, while also using my fingers and thumb to stimulate her soaking-wet cunt and her hot, needy clit. I then mounted her, ramming my erecttion deep into her slit, pausing only briefly after each of her orgasms before resuming the sledgehammer motion of my dick. And now.