Mytight shirt started to tear from the pressure. I wasn't entirely sure,but I think I let out a squeal. I raised both my hands to them andgrabbed them...without reserve. Tremors rippled through my body from thesensitivity, and my nipple hardened poking into my hands. They werestill growing, and I would venture a guess that they were at least D-Cups maybe even DD.My panting and moans started to become elevated. I grabbed my throatwith one hand, feeling my adam's apple shrivel away and disappear.. I drove home extremely concerned,but somehow at ease.When I got home, it was only about eleven in the morning, but since itwas a Saturday and I had nowhere to go, I took a nap. I had planned ontaking a shower, but that could wait. I guessed that I hadn't sleptvery well that night due to the alcohol, and conked out in my bed.I was probably only asleep for an hour or so, but awoke feelingrefreshed and ready for the day. I took off my clothes and started theshower. As I pulled my hand back. Her hands fell to the mattress as she succumbed to the erotic heat emanating from my tongue, pushing, pushing, and seeking entry inside her entrails. Her moans were constant, muffled by the mattress as she rocked back and forth as my hungry mouth devoured her tasty ass, her own fingers plunging into her sex in time with her rocking, thrusting hips."Ohhhh, yes, yessss," she gasped, already pushing up her buttocks, unable to stop herself as her lust filled and debauched mind took total control of. Why did I have to ask? I positioned the head of my cock at Sarah’s asshole and pushed it with my thumb. Lesson learned. Saliva and pussy juice do not make up for K-Y oil. I did not slide my cock into Sarah’s ass, as much as I forced the head of my cock and my shaft into Sarah’s ass. I know that it hurt her, and I went as slowly as I could, given her need and desire. Eventually, after several minutes, with the combination of my pre-cum, more spit and more of her juices, I was in her ass up to.