I guess though, once you’ve worked your magic in the editing suite, it won’t look so bad?”“Actually, honey, we’ll leave most of that in. Som... guys really get off with massive tits. I’ve had a whole lot of fun with girls that size; I mean, she could give you a tit fuck you’d never forget.”I tried to process that idea, but couldn’t. Not that I’m at all against tit fucking; I’ve had some great experiences in my time; but my guess was in this case, it would be like rubbing your dick between a. It was drawing out the torture (and this most definitely was torture now, no question about it) of waiting to see what her reaction to this crazy act would be. Her blue eyes were staring intently at me, piercing through my very soul, stabbing me deeper than any knife ever could. We were probably locked frozen like this for only seconds, but it felt like hours, days even. I was desperate to break the silence, but what could I say to get myself out of this predicament? I could only fumble and. She thrust her hips from side to side to emphasize the point. "It's you men who are afraid of taking your clothes off!" I didn't say that we wouldn't—we're just thinking," Fred corrected."That's what Fred's afraid of," Maggie said. "Maybe Pat and I will go in all by ourselves and you two guys can stay here drinking beer." She downed the last swallow of her current glass of wine.Pat sidled over to Charlie and sat on his lap. "Please, Charlie. Say yes. You know that I would never do anything that. Bob's hands went back to My Wife's hot little ass and My Wife's hands were now rubbing Bob's Big Cock through his shorts. Bob then stepped back a little bit, unsnapped her jean skirt and slid it down her sexy legs till she stepped out of it. There was My Wife of 14 years standing in a strangers bedroom in nothing but her bra, thong panties, thigh highs and heels. Bob's hands instantly went back to her hot little ass cheeks and kissing her again while her tiny hands were visibly stroking his Big.