He covered his face andtried not to smudge his make-up. His elbows squeezed his breasts as hisfingertips hovered over his face, afraid to rub the eye...shadow, theblush, the whatever else the brunette applied. "Ahhh. I can't eventouch my face now. How do women handle this crap!"Bruno switched from Bri to thoughts of helping with the one wireconstantly finding a way to pop out of Roberto's bodice. He steppedover to help the Bunny. His big hands fumbled around Roberto's boobs.The Boss. Not what you would call thick or even a little chubby. She was well proportioned and the kind of body he might have called comfortable. Where Barbie was close to the bone, Belle was quite the opposite."I can't move these for anything!" She said pulling on it so hard she fell back to him.He caught her and was intoxicated by her smell immediately, slightly flowery, but just a scent that conveyed pure woman. He held her arms that he caught her by and without thinking said, "Wow, you sure do smell. When more than six years had passed this way, the strain and stress of babies eased a bit, and Annie felt the first tinges of lust return. Her body had reached a state, which a kind friend might call voluptuous, while other people should describe it as fat, sloppy, and ungainly. Not that Claus looked any better. But anything was better than the years of the dried well, and the first time she reached out, on her own initiative, and took his limp cock in her hand, it responded as might be. I pulled a couple of ribs out of her and she howled again."Put it back. It's OK."I stood panting, my loins on fire, wondering what to do next. Chrissy lay impaled, flattened against the black metal, writhing slowly."My handbag strap comes off."I'd though her silly to have a broad, long strap on such a small bag, but now I understood. Folded in two, the soft leather reeked of punishment and power.Chrissy screamed."I'm sorry!" I bent to kiss the bright red weal. "Your bum's so small it's.