A cream shirt that showed a bit of cleavage and hugged my curves. A half jacket that tied underneath my breast, which was less of a cover and more of ... frame that made my D cup breast seem larger. Some chunky necklaces and brown suede boots that came up my calf and added a couple of inches to my 5'5 topped off the look. I was outside of my comfort zone, but decided to fake it until I made it.I was at out usual meeting place 10 minutes before 8. I didn't have to wait long. It was an amazing day.. It was quite a feat, considering her bust was 36 C, maybe a little bigger. She was a knockout, a model in the making. Brittany and Jenna weren’t ugly either. The two were twins, blonde haired and blue eyed with exactly the same body. 36 B tits and a tight tummy, tiny little ass and long legs that were used to hard workouts during track season… each of them had a group of guys who wanted to get on the inside track but it was well known that they were off limits. Their father was the head coach. “ I said, “ You better fuck me good with that wonderful dick of yours. “ Mark began a withdrawal and I could feel that wonderful big head dragging against my inner walls. It felt like he almost pulled all the way out and plunged it back in again. He set up a rhythm and began a wonderful feeling in my man pussy. I began to rock to meet his rhythm. He was pulling and pushing me with his hands on my hips. His thighs were slapping the back of my legs and ass and his balls were slapping my balls,. He let out a primal grunt. He breathed more deeply now. His stomach heaved up and down. I was about to witness another man ejaculate. I was about to watch a man in his 50’s cum before my very eyes. I stroked the length of the cock with one hand and toyed the woolly balls with the other. I realized how the tempo of my strokes and the firmness of my grip could bring him down to earth or push him over the precipice. The cock grew even harder. Its cloven head blossomed even further. I couldn’t.