Finally after what seemed like forever, she slept. When she woke later, it was to a mouth moving softly over her neck while a hand brushed lightly aga...nst her breast. ‘Ryan?’ She asked softly reaching out for him. Ryan moved over her, as he brought his lips to hers. ‘Shhh… It’s okay baby, it’s just me.’ She felt him probing at her entrance and spread her legs wider for him as she sobbed his name against his lips. When she felt his tongue press for entrance, she opened her mouth and gasped. . The front door is opened by the hosts themselves , she is 50ish , wearing stocking , suspenders , peek a boo bra and a mischievous smile , her husband , is around same age , but more formally dressed in trousers and shirt , his eyes sparkle as he welcomes me in . I am introduced to the gathered crowd , everyone is just mingling , sipping their drinks , having polite conversation ,the thing that strikes me is that everyone looks normal , ie no one looks like a raving sex maniac , yes some. She had rolled her pants legs up so they looked like really short shorts. She'd also tied her shirt up so it looked like some weird cropped top that stopped just beneath her breasts. She'd also stuffed the shirt to make her breasts appear larger. She bounced towards me with her arms extended and hugged me desperately.Two orderlies came into the room and separated us."Tell them who I am," she said. Her eyes appeared maniacal and she kept looking around the room."Who should I tell them you are. Some stiffness had waned.Regardless of what I thought of myself, Scarlet’s reaction suggested I was more than she was expecting. Her eyebrows shot up and her eyes widened into saucers again. She looked up into my eyes, turning to square her shoulders with me. Her gargantuan breasts were slick with water, and her nipples were the biggest I had ever encountered. Her breasts were shaped like two huge water drops, only with bulges where her areola started and two strawberries for her nipples.I.