She worked those fingers up me and added the fourth and then her thumb, I almost passed out from the pain, as she pushed her fist into me I passed out... but heard her say little faggot can't take it.I came to and she was on me pumping away, the pain was gone , I guess because her hand was out of me now but her dick was at least smaller than her hand. She had the whole thing in me because I could feel her balls smacking me as she pumped me.Then the question was asked, DO YOU LIKE MY DICK IN YOUR. I pushed his legs open and started sucking on his cock and reached in and started playing with his balls. He really loved that, I could tell. His eyes closed and he put his hands on my head. Not like that boy who made me put his dick in my mouth all pushy an' shit. No, he just rested his hand on my head and stroked my hair. I kept sucking him and moving my head up and down on him. I looked up at him and he'd opened his eyes again and was looking right at me while I sucked him off. I let his. I gave him a new package of navy support pantyhose and he put them on as skillfully as any woman. I slipped a pair of falsies into the waiting cups of his bustier and helped him into his blouse. It was antique ivory in color with balloon sleeves, a lace stand-up collar and rear buttons.Now came the challenge- I brought out my tightest pair of jeans and made the wimp put them on. The legs were nearly impossible for him to work on, but at last he had them in place. The top of the jeans,. I really felt so loved when he and I were being intimate. I was rather flat-chested at the time." You certainly have ... blossomed, Aunt Liz," I said, with Chrissy slapping at me giggling a bit."Yeah, I started getting these chesticles about four months later, after he had already broken up with Sharlene, and we had stopped our assignations," Liz responded."It's good to know you ended up getting bigger boobs," Chrissy said. "I keep hoping mine will grow some more." Having C or D cups is really.