”“Eva! Stop it. You are just trying to make me feel better, you know I don’t have that kind of body.”“Rachael, you stop! You are a knock-out...and if you weren’t my best friend I would rape you myself! I’ve seen you naked many times and even after having Greg, your breasts have barely moved. Most tits your size flop down to their knees with big old stretched out nipples! You, on the other hand, should be in playboy or something. It is no surprise that Greg went straight for your breasts. . My name is Marisa and I'm fourteen. I have long, shiny, light brown hair almost to my waist, brown eyes, I'm nicely-shaped, slender but in the last two years my boobs have developed really nicely. When I was younger I looked like a stick in a two-piece swimsuit, now I look pretty hot in a bikini.Since you can't see me, I'm five-four, one-eleven, and what you most want to know about if you're a guy is thirty-four-B, and I fill the B-cup right to the brim. My next bra will be C-cup and that's. Shocked, Emma sat rigid on the bed when the first one appeared. He walked in, confident, smiling, predatory eyes going straight to her. Emma gaped back at him, eyes round as she dimly registered some detail. The first man was somewhere in his forties, tall, obviously well-built, latent power apparent even through his clothes. Emma had a vague impression of close-cropped hair against a skull shaped like a cannonball, white teeth glinting in his smirk. He was good-looking she saw, the overall. I said. Its OK! It just…..so big. Ive never seen one that size. My husband cock is so small. I have to play with it for ever to get it hard. I just touched you, and its rock hard. The tip is dripping on my skin. Did he go off? Poor thing… she whispered. Sorry! No he did not go off. Im just very excited. Its been such a long time, since a beautiful woman has touched me. Im so shy around woman. I said. She smiled as she moved her big breast off my lap. She then looked down to see my cock move.