I had always had the hots for Mrs. Tillman because she was a very attractive woman. She was white and around forty-eight years old, about 5'10 with au...urn hair. She had a big fat ass with wide hips, and a nice set of plump tits that I would have loved to stick my face in forever.When I got to her house that day she was wearing a short blue skirt and a sweatshirt. "Thanks for coming over to help me out Will, this won't take long," she said. She was such a sweet women, and I knew she would give. Sure enough the door opened and this guy walked it. Dominique had on her cat suit and this guy was dressed in leather pants and a sleeveless leather jacket. “So this is the slut” he said and walked up and slapped my boobs and squeezed my already erect nipples. “Do you reckon she can take this cock” he said, leering at me. “Yes honey” Dominique said “she would love to know what a real horse feels like I bet”. He laughed “well let’s get this party started”.He pushed the machine towards me until. She was never a bookworm; I often had to help her with her homework. I was a master at balancing my friends and my studies and I always found extra time to help Val during those months after the traffic collision that claimed my parents' lives. It was the least I could do; hell, we were both pretty shaken up about it, but I had always been better at hiding my emotions from people than my sister was. She came to rely on my...solidity, I guess you could call it, but I never felt solid until. She never missed an opportunity to tease him for his supposed fastidiousness, she bent over too far to clean the floor, wiggled her rear when arranging the pillows on his mattress, bounced with exaggerated glee at his thanks. She always made sure that her breasts bobbed in mesmerizing movements as she gazed at him, fluttering her eyelashes. She twisted her hips in a sexual manner, stuck her ass out like a shelf and leaned close to him whenever he was near, always hovering just on the edge of.