Her big milk jugs are free, holy fuck, big succulent mounds of tit flesh. She grinned, cupped her tits, caressing her nipples, mouthing “suck my...tits” and then shook them at me. I imagined myself sucking and nipping those giant melons. In real life, my cock was fully extended, Jane’s hot mouth working me over. I can feel the vibrations of her purrs of pleasure, as she strokes her pussy in time with her mouth riding my pole.In my fantasy, Dianne purrs, “Time to show you. The needle then stood an inch through the skin and we stood to admire our handiwork, the second needle went downward through the nipple, slowly pushed through against my helpful wooden block. The pain hit her like a wave as the thing was in and she screamed loudly. Tears falling from her eyes like a fall of salty rain. Sam placed the third medium sized needle against the tender dark flesh to the right of her nipple then waited, the sharp tip pressing into the skin, through her vale of tears. It was only temporary- the truth was he was still hers. He still wasn't in love with me. Did this mean anything to him? Anything at all? He looked at me, pushing me into his lips again. I struggled to keep breathing as he layed me back onto the mattress. Our kiss was getting deep every moment. My body went stiff as he ran his hands up my leg and over my stomach. I continued to kiss him, not wanting to miss a moment. He pulled back looking down at me "Whatchya thinking about?" He. Our group was getting older and we wanted to spend more time on other things. Why do you ask?" No reason. Frank just wasn't very specific."Helen extended an invitation to dinner during the week, "We should celebrate Frank's retirement and your promotion, and I'm sure Gloria will be very pleased to see you."That was two references to Gloria staying at her parent's home. There was definitely something wrong here.The call ended on another curious note. "I hope you have a wonderful evening. Tricia.