I lift my hips towards you. You smile again. Then the pressure. Your actions are slow. You don't want to hurt me. The pressure is strong against...my tiny hole. "Will you fit?" I ask. I feel silly for asking such a question. You are huge however and the pain is fresh and there. The pressure building, and not in a good way. "Are you okay?" You ask again your lips brushing my mouth. I only nod. Knowing that if I speak, I may cry. The pain is really overwhelming. I feel the tip of. " Maybe we are both insane," she grinned. "Because I understand you perfectly." This is very strange," I sighed shaking my head. "So what do we do now? Fight over him? You are too beautiful for me to compete with that way." Nonsense," she scoffed. "You are exquisite. Dear Buddha, woman! Just look at yourself: you are every man's dream. Long beautiful legs, wide yet graceful hips and those wonderful breasts; those should be illegal, by the way." You can have them," I snorted. "I always feel. It kept me from seeing myself as past tense but wasn’t enough to avoid a mid-life crisis; I needed something dramatic, a statement greater than wearing an orange dress.After wishing for larger breasts since Erica I decided the ornament needed was a boob job. They went from 34 B to 36 C on a summer afternoon in a plastic surgeon's office with periareolar saline implants, not into big boob bimbo, just a notch up, so I told myself. Once the soreness receded, I put on heels and stood naked before. He was still looking at my cock. Then he looked me in the eye and smiled. “I’m gonna make you suck my cock. I’m gonna cum in your mouth and all over your loser face,” he said. “That’s why I’m here.”Holy shit! That sent a chill through me. What a fucking little prick! I was a shaken, but angered by his attitude. Fuck him! I wanted to thump his ass. I didn’t want to wrestle him. I wanted to punch his fucking face. He’s not very big. Anger elevated my confidence. I felt sure I could beat him and.