"Gigi, do you love me?" you ask. I quickly respond "Of course! Why?" Will you do anything for me?" you begin to smirk."Anything, Jason. I love you" I ...eply.Without saying anything else, you press your lips to mine. You kiss me with passion and I kiss you back. Your lips are soft and warm. Our tongues are dancing together and it makes me feel something I have never felt before. You begin to feel my body against you. You begin to take off my crop top and I slide down my shorts. You break our. I humped at her as she started to hump at me and soon we were mutually griding on each other. Once I felt my head gain a purchase in her pussy and then she backed off. But she moaned at me and I figured to take that as encouragement. I bumped my head into her pussy a few more times and loved how she'd arch her back at me. She was giving me what I call the "Fuck Me" signal and I started to progress our little bump and grind into lovemaking. I moved up a little and got the head of my cock into. Carol said she wasnt ready for this, afraid it would lead to something beyond third base with Mark, and I said thats fine, as long as she pleases him somehow. I told her I wanted her to cum too, so her arousal gets rewarded. I made her promise and she said she would. Thursday morning, before she even got up for her job, I was getting up for mine. I filled a tall glass of water and put it next to her purse, and went to work. When I got home in the afternoon, the glass was about ¾, empty,. Now the realization that herfamily's genetics of producing busty women had been activated within herwas another painful reminder of how his manhood had been stripped away,replaced by the soft and sensual femininity staring back at her in themirror."Almost ready, Sir! I want to look my absolute best for you!" she calledout. It was partially true. She did want to look the best she possiblycould to expedite her morning ritual, but she also desperately hoped hewould allow her to keep her bra on..