The house was there since my earliest memories. It was just outside of town and we’d see it whenever we drove along the road by the shore A big, old...mansion. I later learned it was a Victorian style but as a little girl it was just a big, really big, old house with towers and attic windows and a Widow’s Walk high up over one of the enclosed porches. There was a high iron fence surrounding it and a big iron double gate across the driveway. The house was set some thirty yards back from the road. My hand was still over her breast. She sat straight and with her both hands backwards, unhooked her bra and moved back. I could feel her bra loosening as my hand was still on her breasts. Rasika now unbuttoned one more button of her top and held my hand, pushed her bra up and kept my hand on her right breast. I was directly touching her breast. I couldn’t believe that I was touching a bare breast of my friend and a office colleague, who was always clad clothes covering her body. And that too in. I looked at the clock and it was 10:30 and I thought you know what I will grab one of the new dolls. So, when I was going through the dolls and I noticed on with good size mounds not like the normal small perky Barbie tits. She was a blonde with down to her back and wavy. She was gorgeous I grabbed her and to it to my room and undressed her I noticed if this Barbie was at human scale she would probably have a natural 36H breast size. Unsheathed my throbbing warm 7 inch thick cock and started to. She was moaning as she frigged herself with the fingers of one hand, while the fingers of her other hand expertly held my nuts down and prodded into my prostate, all the while she was bobbing her pretty face up and down on my cock and moaning like mad. Mom’s head bounced steadily and slowly up and down, damn what an expert she is! She kept her lips snugly hugging my shaft as she went from the head all the way down to the base, never slowing down even when my soft cockhead was bent forcibly.