Tell me the truth, Michael," said Doris insistently."Ugly, Jesus, no way! You have like absolutely beautiful... like, ah, breasts! They are like perfe...tly round, not too large, not too small... perfectly shaped... god, I can't believe this."Hammer's last statement seemed to be directed at no one in particular."Believe it, Michael. Now, are mine like other girls? Let's say compared to those girls by our pool... Heather and what's-her-name." Gosh, well, Heather's boobs... uh, breasts... are much. Aap bhi bf bana lo..Aunty- kya? Mai married hu mujhe kaun apni gf banyega?Me- arey mia hu na mai banunga..Btao banogi meri gf?Aunty- nhi ye nhi ho sktaMe – are thodi din try kr lo kisi ko kya pta chlegaAunty- ok thkYe bolke voh kitchen mai chli gyi, mujhse rha nhi gya aur mai piche chla gya..Mera kahada lund unki gaand ko chu rha thaAunty- ye kya kr rhe ho? Galat hai yeMe- bf apni gf ke saath yhi sab krta haiMaine itne bolte hi unke neck pr kiss krne laga aur gown aage se upar utha ke chut mai. Five years ago I married a lady 9 years my junior and one third my size. I top out at 280... she a petite 110. The workout regime she follows daily keeps her tight and rock hard. All except her incredible chest. The C's that pop out of her bra are more suckable than a Jolly Rancher.However, in many ways she is just as conservative as I was . Our sex life has been nothing less than wonderful but.... well yeah... but.... There has been a fantasy bubbling around inside my brain. I think that deep. Don't worry.' 'Terry, stop! - uhh!', she said, again trying to push me off. Her body must've been giving her mixed signals, because her legs were still around me and her hips thrust down against my cock. 'Please - oh christ! - stop!' 'Not a chance,' I whispered, grunting myself as I sank my cock all the way in again. 'You don't want me to.' I thrust again and she arched against me. 'Don't worry." Despite the fact that she was fucking me back as hard as I wasfucking her, she was still trying to.