In exchange you tell me where to send all of the boxes of the fake silk junk you decide you want.”I smiled and told her it was a deal even if I had ...to pay the hundred dollars.Back in the changing room I took the cart back out to put all of the packages back into the boxes I had taken them out of earlier. My goggles showed me twelve boxes that I should put to the side. Once I was done the woman came over, checked through them quickly and then asked for my address. I pulled my wallet out to give. She slowly and expertly sucked me to full hardness.“Mmm, sir you have a lovely big cock,” she giggled, “Gorgeous.”“Thank you, darling,” I replied, “And you have lovely big tits.”“You like busty girls sir?” she asked in between mouthfuls of dick.“Yes, very much. How big are they?” I asked.“36GG,” she replied, moving to suck on my balls.“Wow,” I said, “Well let’s have a look at them then, shall we?”I reached to untie the back of her bikini, pulling it off and throwing it out of the jacuzzi. I let. I place my hands on her hips to stop her from grinding any further. I slap her bum indicating for her to stand up. I stroke my cock until it is throbbing. “Sit down.” I demand. Stephanie hovers over my cock, as if she is trying to figure out which way she should sit down. She lowers herself as I watch my pulsating cock enter her tight pussy. She moans loudly as I enter her inch by inch. I clench her bum and lift it until just the tip is inside of her. I grab her hips and force her down. Getting. I blush, remembering the stiff stained sheets; proof of the act, or sometimes just the dream.I lie on my back, calm and sure in the warmth, and slide my hands down my skin. There's a certain inevitability in the movement, despite the fact that I'm convinced I could stop.Fingertips slide gently over the cloth at first, proud of the bulge, and the subtle leak from its tip. There's a sensitivity that's almost feminine at this point, where every touch produces a mental gasp, despite the almost.