Pierced and perky.I love that when you bend over, they hang down and the sight of them - even a glimpse of them - makes my cock hard even if I've only...just cum.Your breasts are powerful and intoxicating.What we will do is this.......I will take a doubled length of sewing thread and run it behind your neck,tying the ends to your piercings so that your breasts stand up and out like you have an invisible half cup bra on.We will put a crisp starched white blouse on you and we will stroll out for a. . even more than when I dildo-fucked her.Val grasped my forearm and hauled my fist up inside, then pushed it away, hauled it back and all the while she was uttering gasps of pleasure. I think my arm was in her half-way to the elbow when she stopped me and whispered, "Now: make a fist Irene. Clench your fingers together and slowly... ahh... yes..." My forearm and hand slowly slid from the folds of her vagina, glistening with evidence of her arousal when she grabbed my arm and thrust it back in. Bob asked about Randy and she said that was water under the bridge and preferred not to discuss it. If that was her feeling on the matter it was okay with Bob as he thought Randy was never a 'tree of owls.' Randy in breaking up with Terri confirmed Bob feelings about Randy's intelligence.Terri showed Bob to the family room and turned on TV. She asked him what he wanted to drink. He said a beer which she handed him and she had a glass of wine. She took a seat next to him on the couch. He noticed. His gaze downcast. Not able to look Grant in the eyes. He had to drive home like that. Cum drying in his underwear. His ass sore against the seat. His tiny balls throbbing with pain. That night he couldn’t get hard for Wendy again. She asked him what was wrong. He just told her it was the job search. After she dozed off he couldn’t help thinking about the spanking. His little prick getting hard under the covers. His hand stroked his little nub next to his sleeping wife. Thoughts of his boss’s.