" Looks like Rosy has some nice melons there; perhaps we can have a fruit salad." Oh so we stoop to big tit jokes do we?" Don't bite it! Ow! Which par... of 'nice melons' offended you?" Only that you didn't say how much you like Anna's -- peaches." Peaches!" Anna turned on Rosalee and, with a sideways push braced against the floor, easily flipped her over.A couple of fingers inserted up the middle of Rosy's makeshift bra while I held her down and Anna had full access to our laughing, complaining. I raise my hips even higher to meet him. He impales me with his cock over and over rolling his hips, never leaving my warm wet pussy. He starts to thrust hard and deep inside of me. I moan as he pumps away inside of me faster and faster needing to cum. I run my hands down his body, grabbing his ass and pulling him totally into me, locking my legs around his hips so that he could not get out of me. I felt as if I could not get enough of him inside of me. Like that was where he was suppose to be. I tried to talk to Cindy about things, about her absent orgasms while fucking. She said, "You're talking about the vaginal orgasm. Forget it baby, it's all in the clit. Vaginal orgasms are a myth. I've never had one. Not one of my friends has had one. Relax." "It can't be a myth," I said. "My buddies have it happen all the time. Trust me." "Crap," she said. "So my friends are a pack of liars." "No, their girlfriends are a pack of fakers. They go 'Ooooh baby, oh my God.' The faked vaginal orgasm. When I gothome from rejuvenation, my mom showed me the clothes Iwould be wearing. It was the same clothes I had worn 10years ago and outgrown. I was surprised my old clothes werestill around. Mom explained that she had stored them in theattic, and had forgotten about them until now.I dressed in my old clothes and it brought back thememories from a decade ago. I looked in the mirror and sawa reflection of myself from the past. And everything aroundme seemed to have gotten so much bigger. Both my.