I moved my hips back and forth rubbing my enlarged clit on her mouth and chin. It felt exquisite, the first rumbling sensations of an orgasm beginning...to build in my crotch. I had set up a regular thrusting grinding rhythm, stroking and pounding my drenched gash over Patti's face. My hands worked at her mountainous tits, gently pulling and pinching her big stiff hard nipples. Patti's hands were also employed in giving me pleasure. Her strong but sensitive fingers were gripping the fleshy mounds. They’re truly magnificent. I caress them, sort of lift them a little to weigh them in my hands, kiss them, back and forth between them. I get my lips around a nipple and lick and suck, then to the other one. ‘You have the greatest breasts in the world.’ ‘I’m glad you like them. They get in the way a lot, I’d probably have had them reduced but I can’t afford it.’ ‘Oh, don’t do that. They’re a work of art. So full. You can probably feed twins if the time ever comes for that.’ That seemed stupid. ” She said. “Aight.” He said. I watched as she walked by first, reaching back and holding onto his cock, pulling him along as she went. It was the biggest I’d ever seen. She stopped in the doorway of the bathroom and put his cock between her ass cheeks and shook them. He grunted as she bent over. She reached up between her legs and aimed his dick right into her. He slammed himself into her hard and fucked her right there for a few minutes as I watched from the closet. Her hands were around her. Not because he was with his friends, but because I felt disrespected and taken for granted. I could have filled my time being productive. I could have fallen deep into my work. I could have met my own friends. I could have drunk a bottle of wine, instead of settling for the usual beers that occupied the refrigerator. I could have masturbated! I could have enjoyed myself. Instead, I sat there like an idiot. Waiting. He eventually rolled in in the wee hours, all “I’m sorry,” and “Disculpame”. It.