Hubby loves my boobs. He plays with them, fondles them and sucks my nipples. It is great pleasure. I love it when he holds me with all force under him...and it feels so nice when my boobs are almost crushed under his weight. Monica---Can you accommodate the cock in you? How does it feel when the cock goes in and out...? Me---You have to experience how it feels when he plays with my boobs and nipples. When he holds me under him and pounds me in and out with the hard stiff cock--I am in heavens... "What type of guy would you consider fuckable? Or is their appeal strictly theoretical?" Rather a leap from our chit-chat so far, isn't it? A crinkled doyenne whirls toward us, cyan-tinted from her umbrella; her chin, a fist of righteous indignation. "Can we talk about this later?" I mumble."You're a virgin, aren't you?" she hoots. "I knew it."I'm lip-syncing, "Why don't you yell it louder?" and gesticulating like an exasperated hula dancer. "So what? Does it violate some obscure local. So ... what's wrong?"She shook her head. "Nothing, Sir. I'm just a little tired I guess." Sir? Since when did I become Sir?"She looked up at me and she seemed to be on the verge of tears. I got up and walked to my door, closing it before returning to my desk."Talk to me, Siobhan. What happened yesterday afternoon. That's what this is about, isn't it?" I was taking a quick guess but her reaction and the look on her face told me I'd hit the bullseye."He ... he ... didn't believe your performance. I could tell by the outline of his member inside his slacks that he was a good length, at least seven inches, and that would suit me just fine. I stopped before I unzipped his slacks. I looked at him and I asked the silent question, "Do you want this?" He framed my face in his hands and kissed me deeply. It seemed an eternity before I felt his hands on the snap of my jeans. He tugged it apart, and the zipper went down, like it had a mind of its own. My hand had worked his fly open at.