Her breasts were real, a result of hormones that she took, instead of silicone implants. Mabel studied Jazz’s cock, as it dangled between her legs. ...t was strange that even seeing it, Mabel still thought of Jazz as a woman with a cock. She simply wasn’t a man with tits. Mabel smiled as Jazz joined her under the covers, and cuddled Mabel under her arm. This brought Jazz’s breast within reach of Mabel’s mouth, and she sucked her nipple contentedly. Jazz held Mabel gently as she fell asleep, Jazz. Her whole world was centred at that moment on her sex, there was nothing else, no sadistic husband waiting with his whip, no dinner to cook, no house to keep, no parents to look after, nothing, Just that all filling knot and the hot content that was now all hers and that her body was still receiving in ever smaller doses. She slowly became aware of the dogs weight along her back, heavy and soft, the humping had stopped now, though they were still joined tightly and she was in pain. Had she. He did have a few." "Oh, Dad was hung, you mean?" "Well, yes, you might put it that way. Happily for me at the time, I might add. Any way, I was wondering if you remember my friend, Dorothy Dobson?" I did indeed, remember, Dottie Dobson, especially from the last pool party my parents threw for their friends. She came in a sexy little red bikini, easily the best looking woman at the party. "Yeah, sure. Red bikini, I'll never forget it." "Ah, my seventeen-year old son, never one to miss a pretty. Let’s look at one it sound funny.It was one of that teen movies that boys want to get laid and some nice tits was showed, old but really a good comedy. “Do you like the girls with their small boobs?” Mom asked out of the blue. “Mom…” “Don’t be shy you can talk to me I’m your Mom and I want to know what my boys preference’s.” ... “Not really sure Mom… remember I’m still young and I haven’t touch any small or big so I don’t know how it feels.” Was my best answer that I can think off? Mom look.