She then pulled me up & started kissing me while her hands were opening the buttons of my shirt. I moved my hands behind her & unclasped her bra & her...big boobs just jumped out as if they were waiting to be free. Those were the perfect boobs I have ever seen without a bit of sagging. Her nipples were of a size of a small coin. I then turned her & made he lie on the bed & flicked my tongue on her nipples to tease her & she took in a deep breath as if it was her last breath. I then licked her. "Take that thing off. I can't fuck you when you are wearing a cross, it makes feel like a sinner. And I am not even religious," H requests.I reply, "Ok, no biggy," while I remove the cross.I now start kissing and licking my way down H’s body from ear to navel. I take my time and try to touch her the way she wants. I really like that H will guide my efforts with little tugs and nudges on my hair or head. I keep my attention on her breathing and reactions so I can decipher what her body is. Not unlike confession in the Catholic Church. Confess the sin. Receive the punishment. Sin is cleansed. They’ve been onto it for centuries. And it works a treat.“On a side matter, this doesn’t address ‘The Sin of the Dom’. Let’s not forget that Doms make mistakes too. It’s just that the consequences are usually less… physical. If you are in any way ambiguous about this thought, next year please enrol in Mr. Adams class, Switching 201.“However, again we come back to this problem of how. All he could bring himself to say was "but i'm not gay" of which I responded "don't worry baby, i'm all woman except 9 inches of me." The look of shock on his face was priceless. Having given Paul several blowjobs I knew his cock was only about 6 inches and that my lady dick would easily dwarf his manhood. He had always been a little a insecure about his cock size. The question would always come up if he was big enough for me and of course I'd say size doesn't matter. But I knew size does.