.as long as they had big ones I was interested. And by big I mean at least a G cup.I discovered this minimum requirement when I began fucking Jean, my...ex’s much older sister. While my ex never grew beyond 36C, Jean’s mature juggs had once swollen during pregnancy and never returned to their modest size. They’d grown into 36G saggers by the time she was 50, which is when I first got my hands on them. She was the first I pursued, the very day I moved into my new bachelor pad. I’d lusted after. The in-game timer counts down to the start of the match, "3... 2... 1... FIGHT!" The two of them take immediate control, and jump around, cautiously approaching each other, trying not to get too close. Their spacing is amazing. They keep just enough distance between them to be safe, while still being close enough to launch attacks. It takes years of practice to master perfect movement and control at this level.Neither of them have landed a single blow on the other yet. They continue to play. It was like when a big dog falls cuddles up on you. I know that doesn’t sound sexy but I liked having her on top of me is what I am trying to say. It was hot as hell seeing her exposed and vulnerable. I could look straight into her pussy from this angle.I cracked the paddle against her ass and I knew it must have stung her. She yelped slightly and breathed through her mouth.“Forty Eight Sir, thank you, please may I have another!!” Hayden’ doe like eyes scanned me as she looked over her shoulder. I told mywife that the next night I was going to bring her asurprise and that she should be waiting for me dressedin one of her sexiest negligees. She gave me a strangelook but then smiled and said that it better be good. Itold her I thought she would really enjoy it. At work, the next day, I waited until lunch andapproached Joe, one of my coworkers. I asked him if hewould be willing to do me a big favor. Joe listened as Iexplained what I had in mind. I asked him if he wouldlike to fuck my.