For the first time, a man had hands large enough to hold them entirely. After a sweet message, he buried his face in them and licked each one, until m... chest was coated with his saliva."Oh God YES! Suck my big white tits!" I yelled and threw my head back to give him my all.James was intent on saturating my bosom, to the point where he could no longer hold my slippery mounds. I fixed my focus again on the large monitor, to witness my sister-in-law on top of a drafting table being reamed out by. It had four buttons ontop. It was in a soft blue but it wasn't a girlie color. Because itwas a women's shirt the buttons buttoned on the opposite side than amens shirt. She knew no one would notice. Boys and men didn't knowsuch things and women who did know wouldn't notice or even if they didthey would be polite enough not to say anything.The last thing was shoes. She really couldn't have him wear any of hershoes. It wasn't a matter of size but there was no way to not noticethey weren't. . that feels heavenly ... Why don’t you join him at the table, sweet?” she beckoned with batting eyes.Smiling at her invitation, I quickly knelt down beside the gentleman and placed my face next to his between her soft widespread thighs. I took in the sight of her sacred flower and deeply inhaled her musky aroma before joining him to lap at her sweet cunny.My wife threw here head back and moaned as two hungry mouths began feeding at her trough. “That’s it boys ... lick her up and down ... up. .. or at least that I had been him.To him, everything was as it always was. "At least I didn't leave her a widow," I'd sighed with deepsorrow, thinking about my previous wife. But she was gone... along withmy previous life. Throughout the next year, I lived something of a nightmare. I wasnow a teenager, trapped under the dictates of my 'parents' and forcedto go through all of the trials of adolescence again, including theprison that is high school. And I had to bear the knowledge that Icouldn't.