" Hah," you say. You're thinking a lot more than that, though."I mean I'd like to try tittyfucking at some point. I love my boobs. They're just so fuc...ing huge, so soft and jiggly. I like it when other girls have big boobs, too. It's just creepy to hear from guys I don't even know. I'm not a slut, John. I'd only want sex with a guy I actually liked." Ah," you say. "I see." That said," she continues, "if I DO like a guy and he loves me for more than my body...then I'll want to fuck him. So we did. Devon was a handsome young man at six-feet-two-inches, 210 pounds with a muscular frame, broad shoulders, thin waist and as one could easily see, powerful thighs. Devon now had a neatly trimmed mustache that he hadn’t had in high school. As we walked across campus, talking and then while we sat and chatted at the student union, I couldn’t help but be impressed with his manners, his poise, his bearing, his openness and I became readily aware of the fact that he was both well-known on. . but I’d like to get a closer look. Maybe even squeeze it a bit. What do you say to that?” I should have said No…***But here I was, on a quiet Wednesday night, leading him back to the back of the bar. What was it about him that made me take such a risk? It wasn’t just his sex appeal or the fact that he tipped well. It was more about the fact that he wanted me. He clearly demanded that he wanted to see my ass, so I showed it to him. Now what else could he want from me. We were in the stock room. The past few years have been rough on us. We really needed a break from all the stress of work and taking care of the family, and now was the perfect opportunity to take a well-deserved vacation. We weren’t getting any younger, and it seemed like over the past few years we had become more distant. The passion we once had in the bedroom for each other now had slipped to an all-time low. I contacted my travel agent, who sent me several brochures on some possible destinations. After doing a.