Before we left C asked if I had any plan for more sex on my mind or if I already could give him a name…. I just returned the question with:how about...you? Maybe some more BJ? C laughed at me and although there was no problem between us I felt some little tension going on. The truth was I did not had a name on my mind but I was horny as hell, sex yes, with who was not important at that moment (which doesn’t mean I would fuck every guy at La Macarena: I found myself still to be very picky!) I was. I sat there staring at her enormous jugs. I had never seen her lie out to tan, since she did it at a salon, but apparently she must have worn a bikini at the salon since she had very dark tan lines. Her nipples were huge, I had seen my sister and mother naked and neither of them had nipples close to that size. She quickly noticed what I was transfixed upon and covered up her luscious mountains. With her arm pressing against them the looked like to solid pillows. I then did what came natural and. He noticed that I seemed a little nervous, and as we left the store he asked me why. I wasn’t willing to say, since he might think I was crazy. Also, he might decide if he put a move on me, I would be more likely to say yes. And he might be right, I wasn’t sure of myself. I had only half-believed in the rhythms, but if there was anything to it at all, I was playing with fire. I remembered that I was at a physical peak today — which meant that he was too — but I couldn’t remember where the. I could’ve handled it just fine but he insisted on doing the work, pumping his cock into my mouth, hitting the back of my cheek, the top of my mouth. He would’ve jammed it down my throat if he could. I held him back, my hands on his thighs. I took his balls into one hand and stroked his cock.“Suck… suck… suck,” he kept saying and I sucked and stroked and squeezed it until it was so hard and ready to burst.I put my hands on the floor, looking up at him with my tongue out. He held my head as he.