Steve was the complete opposite of all of the guys that I knew growing up back in my rural Michigan town. Most guys I knew thought dressing up was put...ing on jeans with no holes in them. Steve showed up at my dorm room door for our first date wearing khakis, button down shirt with a tie, and holding roses for me. His preppy look and romantic gesture was enough to get my heart fluttering before he even said hello.From that first date, we both knew that we more than just liked each other. This. She screams, the rushing blood to her tissues causing her to buck against his as his thumb kneads her oversensitive clit, feeling her tense around him, manipulating her body, knowing what to push and how hard. His teeth clamp down on her left nipple and she lets out a scream. Her body tenses, and she feels herself letting go, her thoughts a jumble of emotions and sensations, and she climaxes screaming now with pleasure and shame as he continues to drive deep into her "That’s it slut, cum for. She reached down.Harold groaned. "Yeah, just like that," he mumbled.She squeezed him a little harder."Or like that, too," he said."But not like this?" she asked teasingly as she pulled his zipper down and snaked her fingers into the opening. She had lifted up and was looking at his face by now, gauging his reaction to what she was doing to him. She wanted to be careful not to set him off too early. It was her vacation, too, after all, and she wanted to have her fun."Like that is good, too," he. As she stretched up to retrieve it, snap, her right bra strap tore away from its moorings and left her right breast totally lacking in support! Now for most women, a broken bra strap would be an minor inconvenience, but for Stella it was a disaster, as her 42DD cup bra was the only thing holding her massive chest in place!!! Her chest was so out sized, that she ordered all of her bras, and other lingerie for that matter, from a specialty store in New York! Of course she had other bras at home,.