‘Never… done this… before.’ ‘Nope, but we’re about to,’ Tim replied. It seemed like an obvious thing to say, but Tim meant it as a way f...r her to bail out of it now if she wanted to. ‘Yes, baby,’ she grunted out instead, ensuring Tim everything was fine. ‘Fuck me. Take me, Tim.’ Tim obliged her, keeping up the slow-but heavy pace for a few minutes, then switching to fast, furious strokes that didn’t quite reach as deep but created more friction. Every time he heard her moans get louder, he’d. His collection ran from .22's for plinking and squirrel hunting, to .50 caliber sniper rifles. He had a few odd balls thrown in for good measure, his favorite an eight gauge over and under rifle. Yeah, I know, an 8 gauge should be a shotgun, but this gun was made during the hey day of the African safaris. It was designed to stop a charging elephant, and Junior reckoned from the kick it made when fired, it would do the trick. The barrels were rifled and it fired a huge brass cartridge that. He reached up and grabbed both tits in his hands and began squeezing them. He rubbed his thumbs over my nipples making them hard. Next he leaned down and licked his tongue across my nipples as the guys shouted and cheered him on. Then he sucked one tit into his mouth and chewed while he squeezed and teased the other one. My body shuddered and I began to move. It felt great.Another gong went off, and I heard Raj shouting."Late again. Next customer get to feel and suck Lois Kubik's big tittys.". When I woke up, there was a reply from her, with three photos. The first was a selfie without her face. She was clearly facing the mirror in the women's washroom at work. She wore a grey sweater, which had a blue shirt collar coming out of the neck. That was it, and no face. The next pic was the sweater and blouse pulled up to reveal a very pretty pink bra, and again, no face. The third pic was sweater up, blouse up, bra down, and two beautiful breasts pointing at me in the breeze. Again, no.