.. We better go to the restaurant... Are you hungry, right?“Yes, but your health is more important to me.”“I told you... no... no... no...”“...kira?”What the hell... I can't move. I feel as if... as if I had suffered a heart attack.“Akira, are you okay ?! Akira!”This is bad. I can't move or react and the car is getting out of control. I don't stop listening to Kanako's screams. This is too bad, we're both going to die. We are both going to die and it will be my fault.“Akira, please, react! Akira!. Once I was living alone again, the idea was simple: to search out the biggest, heaviest juggs I could find. Age, race, or body size never mattered to me. I didn’t care how fat the woman in question was, only the amount of titmeat she had hanging off her chest. Huge firm ones, long low-hangers or massive saggy granny udders, I didn’t care. As long as they were at least a G cup. My fantasy, which I’d pondered for years, was to have seven women on the go, one for each night of the week, the boobs. Vixen turned down lacrosse-captain Ralph Stimson and three other very eager young men and slept soundly in her own bed while Cal went off to spend an evening with some members of the swim team and hook-up with one of them.The Tuesday and Thursday class was Public Speaking, and the teacher was an over-weight, middle-aged man who wore pancake make-up and a very bad wig. At the first session, he had each student stand in alphabetical order and introduce him or herself.Vixen was glad she had worn. Surely it is all I need, she thought. She quickly locked her door and sat back down, sliding her hand into her panties. If she could get a release, she would be able to focus on the problem that had just risen as she watched her coworkers enjoying each other. They were plotting to steal the job from her.Blocking everything else out, she focused on how her fingers felt as she slid them up and down her lips, pressing past them to reach her slippery inner lips. Denying her arousal at that moment.