“Put the number in your bag don’t lose it,” I whisper to her. She does this, and says, “Thanks, I feel a little better maybe I should be going...and leave you in peace.” “If you have to,” I tell her. I pull her to me and give her a deep hot-blooded kiss on the mouth. With her tits pressing against me, I can tell she is not wearing a bra. Jen stares into my eyes, and I return her unwavering gaze. Jen stares into my eyes, and I return her unwavering gaze. I feel for the poppers on her shirt and. She moaned as she thought of how wet she would make his cock, how sloppy she would suck him, and how she would make him groan with pleasure. Already she felt herself quickly approaching climax, and she bit her bottom lip hard to hold in her howls of pleasure. Speeding up her mental image to keep up with the pulsing in her pussy, Lucia imagine laying down on the floor with Jeff standing over her, straddling her hips while he stroked himself to completion. She flinched at the powerful realism of. “A month later I met you, and that was the end of my lesbian experience.” I couldn’t help but smile at that. “I still think about it from time to time, though,” she said. “A lot, actually. I mean, I think of myself as straight, but I must have some, well, tendencies.” “Wow,” I said. “I never knew.” “You’re not disgusted?” “Not at all,” I said. “So is your fantasy to do it again?” She hesitated. “Yes.” “With or without me there?” “Both. Is that okay?” “Of COURSE it’s okay!” I said. “We. She was a stewardess for a long time and has always been hot. She has flowing wavy red hair and is now in her early forties, about 5'9", 135 lbs, with nice full D-cup tits, a trim stomach. and a firm ass to die for. She always wears skimpy bikinis when she's on vacation and likes to show off her firm breasts. One time I caught her when she was changing. She teased me about it, but was always cool.Aunt Carol is a bit older than mom. She is bigger than both the women, not quite a BBW, but full.