The waitress thought that he was kind, since he tipped so well.Martha became a good golfer, who played in the women's league. She drank too much, but ...as still well liked, because she was a funny drunk. More than one man noticed her tits, which she showed off with her low cut golf blouses. They were bigger now that she had gained ten pounds since college. Come on to her? Not likely. Mess with John Pezzimenti's wife and maybe have to face him? No one at the club was up to that. They had seen him. She must have just shaved again – she was so fucking smooth down there, I nearly shot cum just feeling of her pussy.“I shaved just for you, Josey.”“Aunt Rita, I love feeling of your pussy. You’re so smooth down there.”“You have such a gentle touch, no wonder the women want you to come back and fuck them again and again. You’re becoming a wonderful young lover and you’ll become an even better lover the more you learn about a woman’s needs.”“What do you need, Aunt Rita?” I asked her and she. The angle my head is at allows him to push his shaftright in and down my throat. I just gotta surrender to it. I losemyself on his cock and work the one up my ass at the same time.The guys are taking turns calling me names and slapping my ass andslapping my face and working my big tits. I can't wait for the climaxof all this. And it's all about my tits. My big bimbo sized sissytits. My Mistress told me I'd be growing a pair titties. What with allthe hormones she's got me on I'd be. ’ ‘Whatever Natash, Bitches are all the same. All they want is a nigga with a big dick that can fuck the shit out of them. What about loving them, treating them like women, being a REAL man for them.’ ‘First of all I aint no bitch and that’s not all I want. I told you I just need some time to think about it that’s all.’ ‘Fine, you know where to reach me.’ Time went by at least three weeks and all I could think about was Jason. I don’t understand why I couldn’t get him out of my mind. It wasn’t.