"It really is good to see you," she said. "Tell madam that I have heard many interesting things. I'll give you what I have written down and..." Whoa,"...I said, "I hope you haven't, written it out that is." Of course," she said with a laugh, "but I keep it with me. My bookmark, never in sight but always where I can touch it, just notes, indecipherable I'm sure." Dangerous," I said."Your being here is more dangerous. Go away." Madam gave me three days," I said with an eager smile. "I hope there is. ‘Emma, I cannot live without your tits. I don’t want a girlfriend, I’m not going to obsess over you romantically, but the fading memory of those perfect breasts is not going to be enough.’ Emma looked down at her naked, swaying, spunk-strewn chest and soft, blushing nipples with pride, then smiled at the besotted young chap staring at them from her bed. ‘Leave me your contact details. I’m getting my tits out more and more these days, I’ll let you know when you can come to see me. And them.’ Guy. She gave me some pleasure before standing up and climbing on top of me. She eased down on my cock. Her pussy was wet from my mouth. She leaned forward and got in a sexy rhythm. I grabbed her ass while she moved her pussy up and down.“Oh yes," she moaned.I was sucking on her enormously long nipples. I couldn’t believe how good she rode me. Her pussy was a slippery wet mess. I knew she’d be squirting soon. I could probably of done a count down. Her pussy was so fucking tight.“Charlie, oh. After dinner we went to a bar that Charles went to when he would go out. It was clearly a bar for black people, but everyone was super friendly to us, the two white women. I don't know if it is true that black guys like big girls, both my mother and I are large women with curves. My mother must have a bra size of G, while mine is only DDD. I also have wide hips and a large ass. I got a lot of attention from plenty of guys when it was announced that it was my 21st birthday. Since I did not want.