I knew that women cinch a towel over theirchests when they get out of the shower, but I wanted to see my tits moveas I moved toward the mirror. I had...only had them for a few minutes butI loved my tits.I realized then that I shouldn't call them "tits". What did women callthem? My sister preferred "boobs". Susan preferred "breasts". Bracommercials seem to favor "the girls". I loved my tits.I had seen my new body, now it was time to see the rest of me. Themirror was fogged over but the. Every slur, every moan, every call out to pound his twink ass harder, was caught in HD. Just like a ninja she escaped from the carnal scene, making a beeline to her car to get away without hubby finding out she knew.Michelle didn’t care her husband was gay. It was actually a relief to her. Their marriage was a sham, and even though she cheated constantly it’d have still hurt her female pride if he had done the same. How could she be mad when he wasn’t even sexually attracted to women?Nik. My bubble but made wonderful slapping sound against his fat. He told me early on he was not wearing a condom, and all I wanted was to feel him jet his cum into me. The last slap hit my ass, his cock buried into my asshole. And he moaned....growled a little, and i could feel his balls pulsing against me. He layed on top of me for like 5 minutes, fucking panting like an out of shape jogger and sweating all over me. It felt amazing. His cock shriveled up and I luved how it poped out of me when it. I go beside her n she has already slept on her sides. After a while feeling the cold…. i put my hands around her to warm myself in a hug and since its common between us, in her sleep she wraps her hand around me.Once I found myself warming up in her heat, I slowly inch closer to her as I am aware she is sound asleep. And that closeness between us makes me feel her boobs over her shirt and instinctively I get desperate to feel more of her on my chest as I hug her even tighter. In the night lamp.