"Aren't they big?"Leanne paused. "No. They're little." I don't think so, Leanne. Look again."Her brow furrowed. "You're right. They are big." How big?... the man said.Leanne smiled broadly. "36D. Bigger than my mom's. Brad will love them."The old man clicked his tongue. "What about you, Leanne? Will you love them?"She smiled up at him. "Oh, yeah," she breathed. "I love my big 36D tits. I love to hold them and play with them at night before I go to sleep. I love how the other girls get jealous of. Every time I saw him on campus after that he just turned his head and scurried in the other direction. It was really funny.Other than these incidents and a couple of others that I did not mention, I was a pretty good girl in college and was a lot more reserved than most of the other coeds. I think I was sort of attractive to those females who were more interested in girls instead of boys. Everywhere I went on campus, I was always getting hit on by attractive females looking to get their pussy. A Huge cock sawing in and out of him, sodomizing him, turning him into an anal whore who would soon need more and more cocks up inside him to satisfy his perverted cravings.He heard the door open downstairs and suddenly remembered that it was the day to pay the lawn boy. Shit! The young college freshmen had been doing the lawn weekly and he had enjoyed watching him and his tight shorts and hairless chest work outside. He always came up to his room to get his money and on more than one occasion. I reached with my other hand and grabbed her waist and pulled her back just a bit to steady her.Lisa’s foot hit the roller that stuck out in front of the desk chair I was in and she fell backwards, trying not to spill her wine. She fell right back on my lap and I was lucky she didn’t bump my wine glass as she sat down hard right on top of my dick head. Her legs were together tight and her butt was pushed all the way back to my stomach. I turned my glass up and drained it.Lisa drained her glass.