As my mother always told me 'more than a mouthful is a waste'" I replied."Very diplomatic answer!" said Gill."Listen and this is to all three of you. ...Women's breasts are as individual as the women themselves, all that really matters is that you're happy with your own!" "As a man, I think the size is unimportant, so long as the nipple is sensitive to the touch and the woman enjoys what you're doing to them!" I added.Gill now topless reached for my hand and said "feel my nipple, all this talk. Walking in on this surprising scene of utter chaos and an almost naked tempting heart-shaped bottom pushed up high in the air waiting for greedy fingers or an impulsive shaft driven home by a sex-deprived man of the cloth was the substitute Deacon the right reverend Mister Hornblower, all spit and polish in his fine black robes.Horace Hornblower was a long-time widower and he had been relegated to the distressingly submissive status of massage receiver from “hands-off” Oriental ladies with. And I suppose I’ve known that since then, too. But I had to come, didn’t I, Edgar? I couldn’t just leave him here alone with no-one to care if he was alive or dead?”“Of course you had to come,” I said, covering both her hands, which cradled her tea cup, “you loved him, you keep telling me that.”“I do, don’t I?” she said. “I know that I am ridiculous, because I continually flirt with people. I don’t mean to, but I still don’t stop. I love being loved, I suppose. Yes, I did love him, Edgar, and. Then I made a bold move. I pushed my middle finger inside it the next second she grabbed my hair and started kissing hard. Later, I pushed two fingers slowly and passionately. I love to do foreplay a lot before sex.Now she was moaning in pleasure when I used my third finger she can’t bear the pain so I took off all my fingers and started messaging her pussy softly with one finger in and out. She was completely wet now. We were kissing for almost 30 minutes. Now was the time to reach the next.