Jizz was running out the corners of my mouth and down my chin by the time he pulled out."Don't swallow," Jake said. "Someone else wants a taste."Amand... was still laying on the ground."Give it to me," she said.Amanda opened her mouth like a baby bird waiting for mama. I kneeled over her and let my mouth hover a f ew inches above hers. The cum broke over the crest of my low lip like water over a dam. I didn't stop until I'd given Amanda every drop.I thought Amanda would swallow, and our sexual. I closed my eyes, trying not to think about anything, ready to fall asleep again. A moan came from above. There was a seductive tinge in it, pain and pleasure mixed together. For all I knew she was single, but obviously I was wrong. I heard shuffling, then another, more persistent moan. The moan quickly turned into a series of quiet gasps, which started to fray my nerves. I heard something heavy dropping with a crash. "They are getting wild", I thought to myself.I was getting sleepy, imagining. "He nodded. "It has the same consistency as breast tissue, but only one-tenth the weight. That helps minimize the back problems so many women have after boob jobs."That answered one of my questions before I even asked it. I blushed slightly and bowed my head. I have problems talking about intimate matters to strangers. But he was the doctor who would be working on my body. "My, um, breasts are major erogenous areas for me. Will these implants..." Not at all!" he said, reassuringly. "As a matter. That wouldn’t be a bad place to start.” They walked over to the designated stretching area. Matt thought the universe was just fucking with him now, making him watch this beautiful girl stretch. Emi sat on the floor, legs outstretched in front of her, placing the measuring board between her heels. Matt decided to sit down next to her and watch as she reached as far as she could and marked it down. She seemed fairly flexible, stretching almost parallel to the floor with ease. Matt decided to.