I started fucking her harder and harder. The speed at which my cock was going in and out of her wet pussy making squelching sounds. I kept pounding in...o her. I didn't want it to end. The earlier orgasms had taken a toll on me, and I was soon too tired to move anymore. I pulled out of her and lay down, when she got up and straddled my hips. She smiled down at me, "I prefer it this way she said" She grabbed my cock, lifted herself up, placed me at her wet hole, and impaled herself on me. She kept. Taking off the shirt left me in only a brafrom the waist up. My breasts filled the cups completely and I had morecleavage than I'd expected. My hair was now over my bare shoulders andit tickled a bit.After trying to unclasp the bra for a minute, I took the straps off myshoulders and spin it around, making it simple to unhook. My loosebreasts bounced and jiggled. I watched that and felt it all in morbidfascination. They were full and round. The tag on the bra said my sizewas 32-B. Considering I. What's up?" I said with a bit of a Southern drawlStephanie was a 5'2 dirty blonde with brown eyes, an athletically trim body from running track and cross-country for the last 2 years and had budding b-cup breasts. I moved from Alabama to Illinois when I was 10 and met Stephanie, who was 2 years younger than me."Not much, Will. Just standing in my backyard and watching the heat lightning. Saw you up the way and figured it was you. You shouldn't be sitting in that chair. You're liable to get. I’ll be okay, I think. Give me a minute.”“When did this start? Dinner?”I sniffed, even as I realized that my evening was going to be toast if I didn’t say something, and soon. This had crept up on me too quickly and now I was caught in its surprisingly powerful grip.Tell someone ... Tell someone!“Dinner ... No, not really. It’s um ... It’s actually been building up for a week. It’s not my stomach, really.”Heather quickly moved before me, studying me closely. I looked in her eyes but had to.