I kissed and sucked on her boobs as hung on to them for dear life.Her breasts still felt pretty firm, and I loved holding their weight in my hands. My...lips and tongue were working overtime, licking, kissing and sucking like mad. I looked up at Lupe, with a mouthful of her left nipple, to see her looking down on me with a loving smile. I could tell Lupe knew just how happy she was making me by simply standing there and let me grope and suck on her huge tits.Lupe let this go on for maybe fifteen. But I noted, that she never once referred to her as Kylie. That implied to me that Helen Carpenter had never actually met Kylie, or ,if she had, Kylie hadn’t… well chosen her as a close friend. I don’t know if you’ve ever had the dubious pleasure of being questioned by the police, especially when they know something that you don’t. But, whilst Helen was interrogating me — because that was what she did, even if she did try to be subtle about it — I got the distinct feeling that she knew. Without thinking I whispered, ‘Beth your breasts are fantastic.’ I stepped towards her and cupped each breast in my hand while my thumb teased her nipples. Moments later I kissed her once again—first on her mouth and then on each nipple. She sighed with pleasure. I unbuttoned her skirt and pulled the zipper down until the skirt fell to the floor. My hands went to the elastic of her panties and pulled them over her hips down to her ankles. I could smell her musky order as she stepped from her. Suck — No! The thought of more sperm pouring into her mouth was too much."Fuck!" She whispered."What did she say?" She said she wants to fuck you!" Someone roared."Where do you want it — your ass or cunt?"Oh my God! "Pussy," She murmured."Get on the table then."She turned as he pointed to the small coffee table. They watched her clear the table before laying herself flat across it, breasts flattened to the hard wooden top, knees on the floor."Not like that, face up and spread your legs."Sian.