" I kept my lips together as he pressed his cock against them. He slapped his cock against my face. Then he leaned down and pinched my nipple so hard....I screamed. He shoved his cock into my mouth and grabbed both sides of head. Then he started moving his cock in and out. "That's it slut, now suck and don't bite." He forced more and more of his cock into my mouth until he reached my throat. I started to choke. He pulled out of my mouth, pulled me up of the floor, spun me around and pushed me. These things reminded me of what my pop always called 'em; Dirty Pillows. That's exactly what they were. Big 'ol dirty, fleshy, utterly fuckable titties. I rubbed her giant nipples and she moaned, her mouth still tight around my cock. Her left hand came up and began fondling my balls, roughly pulling them away from my body in an attempt to prevent cumming. I didn't plan on doing that any time soon. I told her to get my dick out of her mouth and lay down on the bed. She obeyed, removing her. Nice job on the lawn. Thank you.’ He handed her a twenty with a smile, asking, as always: ‘You’re sure it’s enough?’And as Molly always replied: ‘Yes, definitely!’But today they didn’t part ways, as usual. Today John had a plan.‘Would you like to come see the garden? I told you last time my grandkids always give me garden statuettes for every birthday and Christmas. Come see the collection.’‘Sure,’ Molly agreed easily, following her neighbour into his backyard. She’d always like kind Mr. The larger of the two was indeed big, and radiated physical power. She was an athlete of some sort, wearing a white coat dress. The dress itself was conventional, except that it was unbuttoned enough to show very substantial cleavage, and open enough below to allow her heavily muscled thighs, clad in white stockings, to flash back and forth. I guessed that she was close to six feet tall, and well over in her heels. Her light blonde hair cascaded to the middle of her back.The other was still.