She really was a beautiful girl.“Push me!” She yelled and she sat down in the swing.“Ok” I said.“Hmm,” I thought to myself, “This looks ...ike a good chance for me to get a handful of that ass.” But I had to be discreet. I placed my hands on her back and pushed her forward. She swung back and I pushed again, lowering my hands the slightest bit. Again, she swung and my hands moved closer and closer to their prize. Eventually, after fifteen or twenty swings every time she swung back, I was able to. The balls that hang heavy below it seem to churn with what feels like superhuman virility. The first thing you feel is the beautiful warmth of your new form radiate through your soft skin and swollen bosom. The second thing you feel is an overpowering wave of animal rutting urge. You can't move your body at all, but you feel the blood coursing into your monstrous new tool. Perhaps it's the influence of this new place, perhaps it's the amount of blood it takes to inflate this new organ, but your. She leans back into the corner, arms and legs draped like a sultan's favorite. Her body is voluptuous, her breasts large and sexily pendulous, with some serious fat pink nipples in large, pale surrounds. Her tummy is three soft rolls begging to be pinched and kissed. Her mons is covered in a forest of loose curls above a plump cunny shaved smooth, framed by fleshy white thighs. As I take her in, I decide I'm liking this plan better and better."You look absolutely delicious, Margie." Holding her. She was pretty. I liked it. Her face was still very close and, instinctively, I knew it was going to happen again. I angled my head without thinking and our lips pursed as they met. After each gentle, little kiss she momentarily pulled back before coming in again to give me the loveliest of little pecks. I was acutely aware of the gentle swell of her bowed lips and the delicious way that they gave under the pressure from mine. My heart was thundering in my chest now and I felt almost dizzy as.