Her lips were shivering; maybe my words ignited something in her. She slowly turned her face towards me, I stopped talking.“Why did you stop?” her...voice expressed she was not surprised but aroused by my revelations.Before I could say more, she drew her face towards mine and in no time her lips were again on my lips. I lifted her grabbing her ass and made her sit on my lap. Her back was facing the road. Our lips were still on each other; her hands were holding my face. But while making her sit. After talking for 2 months, we couldn’t wait and decided to date in real. We exchanged numbers and our photos. The moment my date saw my big 42DD size boobs, he jerked himself and came on the picture of my boobs! He told me that he cannot control and invited me at his place. The next morning, I told my parents that I was going for a job interview and left early at 10 am. It was a one-hour drive and throughout the way, we kept sexting and telling how horny we were. By the time I reached, my. I knew he was a boobs man, but he took that to a whole new level. I almost thought he was gonna name each of my breasts. He played with them for a few minutes, and made the motor boat sounds. I thought it was cute. Anyway, he eventually leaned down, and began licking my nipples. I had to lean my head back, and take in a very deep breath again. I guess I just always had to prep myself a little bit, before he titillated me."Oh, yes, daddy. I've been a bad little girl, you should teach me. .. but not brainwashing, not endless theories instead of endless slave-work, it was her back that should be scourged and bathed in sweat, not brain! ?-- But you don't look too muscled, -- dared she to interrupt her lecturer. -- You look just feminine.-- Right, -- suddenly laughed the Lady, --- we call it a hormonal Renaissance. When you stop being a rowing machine and start again being a female, still not losing your addiction to permanent endurance and physical exhaustion, you choose a.