So, I went out with Julie Chrisswell. Julie is a nice girl and she does have humongous hooters. She also has raven black hair, a porcelain complexion,...and blue/gray eyes. The problem is, her IQ isn't much bigger than her bra size.I took Julie out to dinner on a Friday evening. We went to a nice restaurant and right after we ordered, she told me, "I don't fuck on the first date, but I'm free tomorrow night if you'd like to go out again."The thought of mauling those massive mountains made it. She ran her hands up my legs until she reached her target which was my big dick throbbing waiting to be given attention and that's exactly what she did. Grabbing it in her hand she put her finger on the head and pressed it up against my belly, flicked out her tongue and licked from the base along the bottom ever so slowly. She began pulling the head closer to her as she licked up my shaft, arriving at the top she put her lips together rubbing them on the head and then eagerly parting her lips. " She couldn't resist. Her startling blue eyes opened one at a time and she looked down at herself.'This isn't so bad,' she thought. 'It's slimming, and kind of flattering.' She turned to get a look at her ass, almost losing her balance again, not used to having her legs chained wide apart. Joan laughed softly and steadied her with a hand to her hip. "Be careful. You're not supposed to decorate yourself."Julia looked to the couple and made a questioning sound. Then it occurred to her that if. “You’re sweet Jess. That couch is awful place to sleep,” I said as I caressed her back affectionately.She giggled and wiggled her body a little closer to me. I sensed she was more awake that asleep. I was feeling frisky, so I continued to rub her back through her tee and asked if she and my sister had boyfriends. The conversation got more intimate from there. Jess was curious about my experience and said she had always looked up to me. When I shared a few sexual experiences, she snuggled closer.