“Go ahead, Mr. Renard. Conjure up some rope and my big, soft tits are yours for the tying. You can do whatever your twisted mind wants to do to them...” She squeezed her large breasts tighter between her elbows; a button on her blouse popped open and exposed more soft flesh of her magnificent cleavage.My cock twitched hard and began to swell. Her breasts were close to being perfect. ‘Perhaps,’ I grinned as I thought to myself, ‘she is the proud owner of the perfect pair of breasts.' This was a. He practiced it while mopping the bathroom, looking at himself in the mirror. “How about dinner and a movie, Emily?” He kept saying it in different ways. He'd put his hands in his jeans pockets. He cocked his head to the side and smiled, then, in a deep voice, asked, “How about dinner and a movie, Emily?” He wanted to sound like George Clooney even though he felt like Woody Allen. After repeating the question a half a dozen times, he took a deep breath and closed his disgusted eyes and shook. As near as I could guess she stood about five-two or three; her hair was brownish blonde cut rather short and her eyes were emerald green. She, was at a minimum, a C cup and around a thirty-six."Don't let your eyes pop out little brother," my sister said sarcastically. "Huh, what? Oh, sorry, I was starring, wasn't I?" I felt my face flush.Julie laughed. "Well I guess you approve of my friend anyway." Then just to embarrass me a little more she added, "Is your dick hard yet?"Marty walked over to. I had Ms. Hunny. Anyone who saw her had to have only one thoughtin there head, future MILF. Ms. Hunny stood 5'6" and not a day over29. She had curly blonde hair, that went great with her perfect slimfigure. She had the full package, a rack of double d's that her tightshirts could barely hide and her tight sexy ass that could swallow up ag-string. The hardest part of her class wasn't the tests or quizes. Itwas avoiding the raging hard-ons. Friday's were days u could see Ms.Hunny's true sex.