I can feel her pulse in her clit as I suck it into my mouth. Pushing my tongue into the hood around the little button of flesh, I circle my tongue aro...nd and around her clit. She is bucking her hips and trying to pull my face in even closer to her. Pushing herself hard against me. As she starts to cum I lift her hips and sit up so her legs are across my shoulders, never stopping the tonguing I am giving her clit. My fingers slipping into the hot wet hole of her cunt. Her muscles are pulling at. Bixlee was not much to look at, never spoke much at all. When I knew him,I was downing a fifth a night, polite as you please. It was the thing Ihad to do because I had nothing else to do. I was leaving a club inPasadena when I saw this guy, short and rumpled, trying in a stiffdrunk's way to be very macho and really just trying to make it to his carwithout rubbing his nose allover the pavement. I thought about it.Nothing good ever comes from helping a drunk. The least damage to hopefor is that. "Untie my robe." She whispered.Kyle did as he was told and Julie's robe fell open, exposing the deep canyon between her big milky-white breasts. "Now slide it off my shoulders." She said.Kyle did so and Julie's robe fell to the floor. Her son gawked at her enormous banana-shaped breasts. The sagging utters hung low on Julie's chest and were capped with giant saucer-sized nipples."See...you're not the only one in this family who's well endowed." Julie said with a smile."Wow...they're beautiful.". When she got to the nurses station no one was there. "She must be on rounds", she thought as she looked up the patient's room number: Mr. Washington, brain dead, room one sixty nine. Taking a deep breath Jackie began to walk down the hall and count off the numbers. One thirty nine, one forty three, one forty nine until she got to room one sixty nine. The door was closed, but Jackie could hear some movement and a faint moan. As quietly as she could, she opened the door. Her pussy.