It’s still early and I’m sure my ladies (now my ladies, oh my) won’t want to sleep this early. I enjoyed fondling these two very different sets ...f boobs. Dear god, please don’t make me have to choose. I didn’t expect anyone – especially any deity – to be listing to my thoughts. My prayer, if that’s what it was, was a leftover from many years ago. trying to please my thankfully now ex in-laws. My, these boobs sure did feel good.Brain mostly functioning, I asked Chrissy to use the water pitcher. "Remember," he whispered in her ear, "take it in the ass."She had very little breath to answer, and what breath she had, she did not want to waste in answering; instead, she gasped, hoarsely:"I love you."She let herself down on the bladed head. She found out she did have enough breath to scream.It was tearing her asshole. The four blades were not blunt as she expected; they were sharp, razor sharp. She screamed as each blade cut through her anus, and tore through her sphincter. She fell on the. I tried again to speak with a "Wait...”But again she leaned down and put a hand over my mouth. A little unsteady I might add and said "Shhh. I told you later".Later?She pulled the covers back from me and let her hand slide down my chest and down to my boxers.I felt her hand slide down and grip my now growing shaft."Mmm, someuns happy see me" she slurred out.And with that she fished my cock out of the hole in my boxers and started to stroke it.My mind was a little blurry. How can this be? . “I didn’t call for money! The house is history. I can’t pay the mortgage now or later. I need a place to live!”Oh shit. This was worse than I expected. We talked for an nearly an hour and I finally said those horrible words, “You can come and live with me.”It was settled. A month later Chris had sold everything she could and bought a plane ticket south. I met her at the airport. By now I hadn’t seen Chris in seven months, but I didn’t expect her to have changed so much in such a short time. She.