Neither Fred nor I could get enough of them. They were an endless source of curiosity and delight for us. To this day, there is no greater joy, for me... than to hold and suckle at a woman's large bosom.When I commented that perhaps we were using her tits too much, she responded, "Nonsense! Your father was a tit man. Most men are. You men are perfectly normal. And anyway, I love the attention that my young master and his friend give to them. Use my tits as you wish. While we're at it, what would. They are special, and she loves to have them pinched when she is getting shafted. So I tweaked them, and she cried out, and her orgasm crashed her body. Jake struggled to push through the resistance, but there was so much of her juice she was just as slippery as a summer day’s sweat and Jake lost it. I could see his ass clench and release as he pumped into her. Monique cried out again, and he collapsed onto her.“Broke up with another lover?” I asked.“Yeah. Rough one this time,” he panted.“I can. Probably don’t even wear underwear.”He stared at her thigh again, his eyes trailing to her ass, imaging a big black cock spraying its load all over it.“Curt?” his mother spoke.“Hmm?”“You ok?” she asked, catching him stare at the side of her butt.“Oh, uh, yeah,” Curt shook himself from his stupor, turning away red-faced and embarrassed.“Would you get me some water? I don’t feel like getting up, my butt is killing me,” Miranda said.“Huh?”“The gym this morning. I was working my uh,” Miranda’s eyes. This energy was that for which I lived and that which had kept me alive far beyond the normal human lot. It was my greatest pleasure and greatest addiction. I breathed it in, willed it to fill every cell of my being. I asked nothing of it but to surround me, fill me, lift up and let me drift upon its currents. For an unknown amount of time, my consciousness dissolved in quiet bliss.But then something started to intrude. I tried pushing it away, but it came back. It was something important,.