They were very large, capped with huge pink aureoles, from which big rubbery nipples protruded. She was verging on the plump side anyway, but her brea...ts were out of all proportion, and she was extremely proud of them.She noticed his fixed stare fastened on them, and she smiled and cupped them in her hands, lifting them slightly.'Do you like Auntie's titties, darling?'He swallowed, unable to speak, and slowly nodded dumbly, still staring at them.'Come and give Auntie a good morning kiss,. I felt ever so nervously excited. The touch and feel were exciting like nothing I had ever felt before. It was exciting beyond belief to watch Michael's wet and soapy hands, a man's hands, move to my hard, excited and tingling cock … and then to feel Michael's clean hands surround my hard shaft and then stroke me, just right, again and again. I was drifting into that fantasyland I had dreamed about and wondered about for so very long … only now it was no longer a fantasy!Michael moved his hands. “Wait,” she said. The shower stopped a minute later. “Okay.” He flushed. Two people needing the same water supply was one of the drawbacks of living with a girl. He washed his hands and lathered up.A moment later, Sylvia pushed back the shower curtain and stepped out of the tub. This was one advantage, which — by itself — far outweighed all the drawbacks. He could see her sweet breasts, lean-but-curvy flanks, and lovely bush. Even on a school-day morning, he could look.Indeed, when she saw him. When she reenters the room Dirty is sitting up. ‘Help yourself’ she says. He grabs a plate and loads it up. ‘I’m so hungry’ he says. I know she remarks, me too. Chayne finally sat down to eat. She loved hors d’oeurvres. She neatly arranges the meat, cheese, crackers and fruit on her plate. The first bite fills her stomach and arouses her hunger at the same time. Chayne often starved herself. She wanted to test her ability to endure suffering. After a few bites she pours herself a glass of white.