"She laughed, snorting through the bandages around her reconstructed nose."Bobby, these aren't breasts. Breasts are those little things I had before. ...hese are TITS! Big tits. Aren't they magnificent? I just love them. You know, Bobby, all sluts should have big tits like these. Go ahead. You can touch them, just be gentle."I stroked her breast, I mean tit. It felt so firm and tight."Oh, that felt good. I can tell these tits are going to need a lot of TLC from now on. From the way the doctor and. Kneel. I can feel the concrete of the pavement. And suck. This is a step further than we have ever gone in perhaps a dozen sessions. But tonight I consciously gave myself to him. Although nothing has been said we both knew from the outset that I would if asked. He bends me over and takes me. Oddly it is the least pleasurable part of the evening, but this is for him, not me. This is my thanks to the man who has spent the better part of two hours exploring every part of my body, and drawing more. “Stroke for me”So as he continued to fuck me from behind, I stroked myself. The sensation of masturbating while being fucked was wonderful. I lasted only a few minutes. Stroking my hard cock whilst being repeatedly penetrated was too much excitement “MMM so nice” he told me. “I felt you cumming. Felt your ass contract as the cum shot out. He continued a steady pace with his cock and then, after a few minutes, said “roll over”I turned onto my stomach and felt him roll with me. His cock never. "I have needs," he reminded me in a soft, plaintive voice. "My cock was made for fucking. My whole body needs sex, Janey. I can't help it. I need a real woman to make me feel good, that's all." And I'm not a real woman?" I made a face and my hand went to his crotch, pressing against the bulging muscle trapped in his jeans."Of course you are," he sighed, kissing my limp hair. "Don't say that, but you're not like other girls. You're a virgin, right? You're saving yourself for our wedding night.