I'm not even a guy with a breast fetish per say but hers were magnificent and she had just enough curves elsewhere to not be completely over matched b... them. She was very fixated on my cock. Don't get me wrong. I had encountered women who love my cock before but she seemed in love with it...and that was ok with me. She leaned forward and wrapped those perfectly soft breasts around my shaft and began basically jerking me off with her tits. I had tried titty fucking in the past and it was ok. . The ringing became insistent until at last he went to answer it."Yeah, what do you want?" he said testily to his ex daughter in law; his son had divorced her last year."I just come around to see how you were," she said walking past him into the lounge. He watched her walk by, he had always fancied her from the first time Tim had brought her home."Fancy a drink?" he offered, "I've got whisky." Yeah why not," she said. Together they sat there drinking their neat whisky. Over the top of his glass. ”“Don’t take this the wrong way, but why aren’t you married? You certainly have the wherewithal to support a family, and you said you’d been engaged once.”“You’re right,” Hollis said as he leaned back in his seat. “I can have pretty much anything a rancher from Montana would want. And, that’s the problem.”I frowned in thought for a moment, and then I nodded. “Most women don’t want to live on a ranch in Montana.”“Exactly, and there’s rich, and then there’s merely wealthy.” He smiled at my. Well, she must have chosen to use the one back in the Master bedroom. Just to be sure, I went to our bedroom. There was Jessica, stretched out on the bed, face down. She looked up at me and said “I know… your day has been shit, too, but I could really use a massage. My neck is as stiff as board.” This isn’t an unusual request from anyone in our acquaintance, male or female. It isn’t unusual for these massages to occur on our bed either, so I stepped over to the bed and went to work. She wasn’t.