Tim noticed the way it flowed through the dips in his back muscles then into his ass crack. He admired the man for his strength, respected him for his...endowment (who couldn’t?), and fevered at how hard he fucked. There was no way in hell he’d ever be able to give his wife this kind of pleasure. And, for that reason, as he twisted his wedding ring on his finger anxiously, he smiled and felt the connection with Rosa grow even though he was ten feet or more away.“Fuck,” Nat groaned, now having. In a minute or two, uncross your ankles and spread your legs – give him a real good beaver shot.” She giggled. “You lecherous goat.” And then a minute later, she did just that. Caught the fellow staring and locked eyes. He hastily jumped up and left the area, embarrassed. They laughed at the success of their game. John tore open the cracker and smashed it, dripped it into his chili. He looked at his wife as he picked up a fry, dipped it into the ketchup, and brought it to his mouth. . Dirty blonde hair, tied in a pony tail, hanging down to the middle of her back. A pretty face, not drop dead gorgeous, but a very attractive lady. All of this made a very nice package, but she knew where his gaze will immediately go. The tight uniform top was stretched across a chest that had to have measured 32DD, or maybe even an E cup. It was clear from her choice of clothing fit that Gianna knew what her most visible ‘asset’ was, and was proud of it. Seeing his face, mouth agape, tells her. While I was still untried sexually, my girlfriends were momma thumb and her four sisters; it wasn't because I wasn't willing. I set rather high standards and mostly because I wanted large boobs. Sure I could have my pick of several girls in school with big boobs but I didn't want fat. In other words big boobs had to be complimented by the girl having a body that fit and unfortunately very few girls met my requirements.Now my mother had really nice large boobs and never a day passed that I.