" Connie adjusted the straps so the bra fit, taking care not to bump me. She stood back and contemplated a moment. "What are we going to use to stuff ...hose cups?" "Cotton?" I suggested. It seemed logical. "No, it won't hold a shape." Connie continued to ponder a moment while I waited patiently. "I know. I'll be right back." She went to her bedroom and came back with a pair of shoulder pads. "These may do it." She adjusted them in the bra. I'm glad we only got you one with A cups. "Let's try. ’ Mechanically, standing in front of him, my mind glazed over with a fog, I unbuttoned my white silk bowse at the front. I pulled it free from the waistband of my skirt and slid it down my arms behind me. I let it drop to the floor. Then, I raised my arms behind me and unhooked the clasp of my bra. My breasts are large and I suddenly felt self conscious of their sag. Peter sensed my pause. ‘Anna, I need to see your breasts. I have picked you out of so many women. Watched you. And watched you.. I bit his shoulder as his cock spread me open as it went deeper into my pussy. I held him tightly around the neck and was squealing and moaning as he fucked me with hard urgent strokes. He turned and carried me over to his car and put me down and bent me over the hood and fucked me doggy which I love because he could get so deep inside my dripping wet pussy. I gasped in a deep breath of air as he violently rammed his cock into me. I lay forward on the hood as he started pounding me with hard. I flicked on the light and watched Mr. D pushing Dad onto his back on the bed, Mr. D’s meaty palms pressing into the Daddy- Stud’s breasts. In my head I wondered how Dad felt, his nipples most likely pressing against the sweaty, hot palms of this dominant coach. Dad glared at us, huffing and puffing in and out in anger. For some reason, at that moment I remembered when I was younger and he would get home from work, just unbutton his shirt and walk around. The way he looked back then, how he had.