I called to let her know that I was ready and she came back into the room.She maneuvered the bulb around and watched it on the screen as she held the ...and way down in my crotch. To do this, she had to reach her hand well in between my thighs. I think she must have positioned the bulb on my prostate, because when she flipped a switch on the handle, it started to vibrate and immediately my winky woke up and started to grow. It didn't feel particularly good, so I began undressing her with my eyes. It matters little as to size or shape. Large, small or medium I have continued to maintain my breast fetish. Second is a little odder. Milk. To be more specific I'm referring to breast milk. Even without seeing a naked breast but knowing it has milk is exciting. Having a fascination for breasts is not unusual for most men but having it coupled with them being filled with milk does seem out of the ordinary.I first learned of my milk fetish while working in a service station. In case you don't. They covered more than any others she owned, but looked just as amazing on her. The problem was that she only wore them at a certain time of the month.It wasn’t a problem for me – at all. It was for her, though. I knew it bothered her enough that she would likely never get over it, and I accepted that. If she was uncomfortable, I knew I could never enjoy myself.She gave me an apologetic look when she saw me cross the bedroom threshold and said, “Sorry.”I smiled and said, “It’s okay.”Her. "It's just you're so beautiful!" Well, they're all yours lover."The next thing I remember I had gone from kneading Debbie's tits like two giant mounds of dough to fucking the living daylights out of her. The neighbors downstairs must have thought Debbie was doing a late night load of wash with the way her bed board was rocking back and forth.It was soon time for my favorite fat fuck finishing move. I reached under Debbie's chubby ass and grabbed her big round butt cheeks with both hands and.