“Right. Well, his mannerisms and everything just kinda reminded me of him.”“So you were attracted to him?” I asked“....Yes, I found him very...attractive.”“Go on,” I said.“So we were just talking, small talk, who we knew, why we were there....I told him I was here with you and even pointed to you from across the room.”“Glad to hear I wasn't completely forgotten about”Jill slugged me in the arm.“It wasn't just what we were talking about, it was the way he was talking to me. He was so focused on. .When you think of bras, you think of large boobs...Large boobs are what women should have, John...Having large boobs make you want to feel the woman...Large boobs make you feel like a woman...a very feminine, sexy woman...That's what you think of when you think of boobs...and bras..."Her eyes closed, Joan's scrunched up face had eased, relaxed, then taken on the look of somebody thinking about boobs as a man would, and, finally, as a woman would.The bra seemed to be rapidly replacing its lost. It actually felt wonderful and I wanted to cum as well!As Christine calmed and regained her composure, she pulled out of me, grabbed her panties and quickly ran into the master bathroom, closing the door as she did. Connie then walked in and stood beside the bed, smiling down at my ‘predicament.’“I see that you both started without me” Connie said with a smile.She reached down and fingered around my freshly-fucked anal ring. “You’re not enjoying fucking Christine” Connie asked with a knowing. Removing my finger with force to have it make POP sound. Giggling as I stride sensuously to your chair, I place a hand at the top of your chair, firmly pushing at it, so you face me. Guiding my palm down your chest, to your waist, I capture your already aroused bulge, groaning at the fabric between my hand and your cock. Excited, I turn, wiggling my ass at you, then gyrate in the air for effect, going lower to meet your bulge. I see your hands grip the arms of your chair, ready to pounce on me..