I'd been staring at and thinking about her massive boobs for years, when I finally decided I wanted to see how close to them I could get. I decided I ...ould ask if I could squeeze them the next time either of us were drunk or high or whatever, and of course I had to make sure it was just the two of us alone. It took a few weeks, but an opportunity finally presented itself: my brother had gone off some where to run some errands and myself and Ann were home alone, both still a little buzzed from. After a while, she got up and rested her head on my thighs. She inserted my lund in her mouth and started sucking once again. I got so excited that I started coming in her mouth. She swallowed every single drop of my juice. My lund became limp in her mouth. I pulled her up and kissed her full on her lips. I could taste my own juice from her mouth.I wrapped my left hand around her back and cupped her cone shaped, round, firm and spongy left boob. Her right boob was pressed against my chest where. The ashtray wasthere, where Chris had left it on the sink next to the toilet. He setthe smoke down in the tray and flipped the door shut with his footbefore unzipping his jeans and standing in front of the toilet.There was a mirror just over the sink next to him. Seeing hisreflection again, and this time with more clarity, gave him pause.Something was different. He stood and pissed and considered himself."Is something different about me?" Jamie asked. He was standing in thedoorway, holding a. His childhood had been spent in a small village in Kent. Appledore, quaint and old world, slept in the lowlands of the county with a flint build church and spire the biggest thing about the place apart from the orchards that gave the place its name.Everyone knew each other, knew their family and pretty much all of their business as well. Village life is very close knit. Secrets have no part in the community. It means that you can call on anyone for help, but it also means you behaved and didn't.