..I was walking home after a night of partying with my best friend, I have this habit to always walk home despite it being a bit dangerous (my free sp...rit and love of adventure will kill me one day xD ). I was in green shorts, butt-high, black shirt, underneath with my fave undies set (black mini-thong and black bra) It was 2AM, I was sleepy and as you know, a sleepy gal's a horny one. I see a man in front of me on the opposite street. He starts whistling and shaking his hand on his crotch. I. I think it would be prettyobvious that I don't have your chest." "You've been pretending to have my chest constantly for afew weeks now. You get some implants done, turn up to themedical center, take your bra off and voila, breasts. We get tostay here until we can afford to leave and you get them removedagain." "Sarah, I don't think so." "What's to think about? It's temporary, it sorts us out toearn more money, which we are earning, right? And I'll betyou've always wanted to try out. Rory had wondered if Becky's cunt would feel different from his mothers. Surprisingly, in spite of the age difference, and the times they had been fucked, they felt the same. The thrill he felt was from knowing he was the first to fill the bouncing teenager on top of him.“Ride me Becks! Milk my cock, want to spunk up you,” Rory grunted as the tight slippery cunt slid up and down his rigid fuck meat.“Don't shoot your load too quick son, we have other treats in store,” his mother said. “Fuck him. ”“Oh Shit.” Mr. Gibson said. As his entire body was flexing in every direction and he was shimmying around in his seat.“Thank you again sir.” James said“Oh, Christ. Just be here at 7 tomorrow.” He said almost sounding desperate for air.“Yes Sir, Thank you Sir.” He said again and I heard his chair move as he was standing up.I assume he was trying to shake his hand because I heard Mr. Gibson say, “Oh Fuck just get out.”“Thank.