I'm betting she was a B cup but she wore those push up bras that shoved them up and gave her ample cleavage. She was petite, probably 5 foot 3 or so a...d couldn't have weighed much more than 115, her hair she always wore down as hanging in her face. It was long and poker straight.My opportunity presented itself Thursday night. I was headed back from dinner with a lady I was dating. I saw Alice walking along the road. She was at least 4 miles from home. She was wearing a miniskirt and those. Just one:1) Vaginal intercourse, while still required for reproduction, is no longer considered the primary "sex" act. It might be considered niche or ignored entirely.Beyond that, there's a lot of possibilities! Specify your culture with these tags for convenience:Act: Which act is the new "fucking?" It could be titfucking, it could be oral, it could be footplay, it could be holding hands for Pete's sake. Whatever you decide, that's the new center of the sexual culture now.Size: How big is. She turned around for my to see how thy fit and I noticed she had nothing on under. Her beautiful 34 b's just barely contained by the bib was a sight to see along with her short, but shapely legs. "How do you like this outfit?" she asked. "Looks great," I said, "especially with nothing underneath!" "Well you are going to undress me anyways, so what's the use?" she retorted. An indication of how comfortable or relationship had become over the span of several months after a lifetime of me being. Somehow we came back from the cemetery to Room 17, where she made me lie naked on the bed and sucked me to erection. Then she mounted me and rode me hard, twisting and pulling on my stiff prick with her tight vaginal muscles. I shot off into her depths as she sagged against my body. I faded out, and came to only to find her sucking me up again, getting me ready for another round of hard fucking. This seemed to go on for hours, until I was utterly exhausted and slipped into a heavy, death-like.