After my shower and a glass of OJ, I put on one of my tank tops. After marking it with a piece of chalk, I set about altering it. I cut it off just tw... inches below the bottom of my boobs, then went to the sewing machine to hem it. When I was done and tried it on again, the hem was a mere half inch below the round bottoms of my heavy boobs. If I raised an arm, the hem would pull up, exposing my boob on that side almost to my nipple. “Perfect!”I felt extremely naughty during my walk to the park.. Letting Craig and Kathy enter first, shutting the door behind her with a clank, she continues down a hallway, past several closed doors with green lights flickering above each. Reaching a door with a red light glowing above it, she stops, slips the card into its slot. Another buzzing, entering behind the two, they step into what appears to be in a pre-op area. Wash facilities, to surgery garbs, the curator strolls past, gives another nod toward a curtained window on the far wall. . It smelled like men did: the sweat, the virility, the dangerous desire. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she tried to blink them away to preserve her mascara.She wanted to touch the cock and feel its hefty size and strength with her gentle fingers. She wanted to stroke it and massage it against her cheeks, her forehead, her chin. She wanted to baptize herself with its warmth. The best she could do was swallow.She teased it with her tongue. She could feel his strong heart beat coursing through. All the while, he caressed her trembling body.He drew his fingernails down her spine and through the cleft, or gripped her buttocks, or, reaching under, allowed his fingers to search through her bush for her clit. With each sequence of hard, deep-penetrating thrusts, the pitch in Irmgard's love song got higher, her urgings shriller. And when his cock rested deep in her touching her cervix – sucked and milked by her throbbing cunt – Irmgard's shivering increased.For a first fuck, Stefan and.