I didn’t want to rest. I just wanted to be fucked. As my mind raced along, I became aware of his hand, softly kneading at my breast. No nipple pl...y, just pushing and squeezing as much as his hand would hold. “God, I love your huge tits,” he said as his hand pulled and squeezed. “Mmmmm, I want those beautiful tits in my face. Kneel over me like this,” he said as he pulled on my tit to guide me up on top of his body. I place my hands on either side of his head and let my huge breasts rest. As we walked into the 2nd Bedroom she was floored. "I can't believe this,you have more clothing than I do!" she said. "No wonder why you arealways saying you don't have any money to do anything."I had everything sorted and hung by type and color, so it was easy forher to pick through and find a few appropriate outfits."For now you just need something comfortable to wear, how about a pair ofjeans and a nice long sleeve top like this green V-neck that willhighlight your green eyes. Do you have a. "Welcome Berri, it is nice to finally meet you. Come on in". You close the door behind us, take my bag and coat, and place them on a nearby chair. A drink perhaps? Yes please...I follow you into the kitchen.A cold drink please - my throat is parched: nerves are getting the better of me, but my knickers are damp. The anticipation of what might follow.You go to hand me a glass of wine, but you see my hands are shaking as I reach to take it. So, instead, you raise the glass to my mouth and let me. If you show up at my school, I'll probably be elected class president.” I laughed.Jen struggled to put on my old wetsuit but she squeezed in. Hot damn, she looked amazing. It fit her like a second skin. I taught her the basics, but surfing is not something you pick up quick. We spent most of the morning with her spitting up seawater. It took every ounce of self control to not caress her butt while she was stretched out on the surfboard. Getting close to quitting time, she finally got up on her.