She still had her back to the others, but she could feel their gaze eating her up, and hear their groans when her breasts jiggled lightly against the ...ides of her torso. Darian often delighted in how her breasts ‘jiggled’, and while she thought it terribly lewd and shameless, the night called for lewd and shameless. A little momentum in her torso, a little dip of her shoulder and hip, and her breasts bounced, just lightly, against her torso. They couldn’t see just how swollen her nipples had. We eventually came to call ourselves 'The Legion of the Doomed'. The handful of eighth grade boys who were our tormentors we called 'The Dim Patrol'.Except for Chet, the rest of us were definitely the 'Braniacs' of the seventh grade boys. Chet was no dummy, but his status as a member was based on his size.'Chubby Chet' as our tormentors called him was built like a cross between the Michelin Man and that Marshmallow monster character from the movie Ghostbusters. 'The Marshmallow Man' was the. Ample, firm breasts bouncing a foot from your face really should make you feel better than this. The bartender at the Lion’s Head did not lack for looks, talent or effort. She had this outcome in mind from the time I wandered into her bar a couple of hours back. Beth flirted with me till it was time for her to close for the day. Currently, she was astride my hips and rocking her body against mine. Her fleshy walls had a perfect grip around my semi-hard erection as she tried her best to coax. Dragging her fingernails across the soft flesh of my belly, she laughed as I gasped and then she quickly lowered her wet, hairless pussy directly over my mouth and nose! I only had a moment to grab a quick breath and then her thick juices were being rubbed into my nose and mouth and all over my face. I stuck my tongue out in an effort to lick her but almost immediately she stood up and I was left trying to catch my breath as she slapped my belly and chest with her open hands!Laughing I heard.