Hey you, lady, you're fifteen pounds overweight according to our charts. If you don't loose those excess pounds your sex life is in the toilet. Yeah, ... love those guys.You're fucking crazy, dude I can already hear from most of you so called men. But then I can't really blame them. You see, in my younger years and long before the thin craze hit, I thought slender was best. I remember the Twiggy days when having to stand side-ways twice to cast a shadow was desired, not to mention having a flat. "Never," was her reply. Those two teachers had worn us to the bone, but we weren't done yet. "Stacey feels cheated because she didn't get to feel your cock inside her," said Heidi. "We want to do you ourselves, if that's okay with Vanna," she added. "We can cuddle a little while you recover." Vanna just waved at them and got up to get more wine. This night was about to get even more interesting. As Vanna returned with the wine, Heidi and Stacey alternated between massaging my upper torso and. I peeked out of my peripheral vision as she shed her wet T-shirt.When she plopped it onto the coffee table, her shirt made a funny squelching sound. That gave me the excuse to look away from the TV, to turn my head and get an eyeful.Being purely objective, my sister's tits were spectacular: full, heavy, wide-splaying hangers—indeed, with non-matching nipples. Her right areola was smooth, shiny-pink, nearly flush with the pale skin of her breast, with a flattish button nipple. In contrast, her. .' I hated myself but the bell ring warning the teachers to report to there class rooms and I knew it would not be long before students start coming up. I pleaded through clinched teeth '...hurry up and finished before some one catch us...' Bruce replied '...throw that ass back then, throw that ass back to me and I'll bust my nut...' Hating myself I started to slowly push back as he hunched into me. Bruce sunk the rest of his penis into my anus and started to grind against me holding me around.