I will not have used this language in my speech if she hasn’t started it.Swati: Then why don’t you tell me fucker, what’re you staring on me?Me:...When, while you were facing me or facing your back to me?Swati: Both dear, you can tell me both.Me: When I was behind you, I was checking out your sexy bottom curves.Swati: Then, what you saw when I faced you? Tell me!Me: Don’t get mad at me after I say it.Swati: Don’t worry! If I had to be mad, I would have been the moment I saw you checking out my. Now I am a plus size woman. I was 36 and had three kids by C-section. I am 5’6 with brown hair and blue eyes. My best features are my 38D tits since the rest of my body was not model quality so I was not prepared to be hit on. This young man was flirting with me and I was really enjoying the attention while I flirted back. The whole time we were talking, he was sliding closer to me until he had his hand on my thigh.It has always been a secret fantasy of mine to sleep with a black guy. . It does, ye know.”A part of my feverish mind wondered what she meant by that odd statement. But I thrust the thought aside and rolled her over on the grass and “fooked” her for all I was worth. I hammered and pounded my way inside her like a man demented. It seemed as if we went on forever and yet it seemed we were finished almost as soon as we started. I imagine we must have wildly coupled for at least a half hour or so. I exploded inside her and gradually became soft again. Slowly I felt. Now, Lucy, I want you to grow a nice, thick, nine inch cock."Lucy pushed back from the table and looked down. Billy and Wendy, who were sitting adjacent to her, leaned over, and Luke stood up to watch. A small knob formed above her slit, then pushed out, taking the shape and color of a penis as it went. It grew all the way out to nine inches and stopped, looking exactly like a hard cock ready to jam into some sweet slit. Lucy wrapped her hand around it, stroked it slightly, and said, "Wow." Is.