She was behaving like the start of my wildest fantasies. Yet I couldn’t come to terms with the fact that she looked more like Maria than like Gina. ...ad she become Maria? Or in fact, was Gina really Maria? Standing within a few inches of her, I watched as her fingers released the front clasp of her bra, the cups falling away and revealing the fullness of those breasts I’d so often loved to nuzzle. Her nipples and their silver-dollar-sized brown areole stood firm, inviting my fingertips and lips. But that image of mom's beautiful cum filled pussy was forever burned into my brain. After that I spied on mom and dad often. I got really good at it. They rarely closed the door to their bedroom when they had sex. And the position of the bed to the door gave me a great view. I would watch them fuck then slip back to my room and wack off wondering what it felt like to slid my cock into and cum inside a woman. I also loved the look of mom's naked body. Her bush was dark hair but not too hairy,. .”“Doesn't it hurt?” Wendy wanted to know.“He has to use lots of lube and he has to go slowly while you get used to being stretched. Even then the first time can feel pretty weird, but I remember enjoying my first time and loving the third or fourth time. After that I was up for it any time that he wanted to do it.”“So John?” I asked, “How would you like to fuck Helen in the arse?”A big grin appeared on John's face. “You probably don't remember, Naomi, but I only ever suggested once that I fuck. ‘What’s wrong?’ he asked softly, reaching out to put a hand on my shoulder. ‘These,’ I said, placing my hands on my chest since my breasts were too small to actually be cupped. Then, dropping my hands to my sides, I turned away from him and from the busty females. There was a moment of hesitation, and then I felt my best friend step up behind me and wrap his arms around me. He had done that many times before, but somehow it took on an additional meaning. ‘Breast size is definitely not an.