Now that she had unzipped her jean jacket, Jeff could see Britney’s large breasts pushing against her tight T-shirt. Part of his mind was in the con...versation and the other was contemplating ways of ripping off her clothes and fucking her savagely.Britney was also being drawn in by her new friend. She couldn’t help but feel as though she had known Jeff her entire life. She felt so unexplainably comfortable with him. It had been such a long time since Britney had had a good fuck and she was. I was shocked. I had cum in to her mouth and she didn't lose a single drop of it. She sucked my cock back in and cleaned every last bit of my cum off the tip. She released my cock from her mouth and sc****d some of the cum off her face with her finger. With a hefty amount on it, she looked up at me and sucked her finger clean.Still in pure ecstasy, I muttered, "Mum, that was incredible."She giggled and pulled herself up onto the sofa next to where I sat, my cum still all over her face. After. It was not only in size they were opposites; Finn's hair was blonde and hung in a long, shaggy braid as was customary in the country's neighbours to the north, whereas Matt's dark hair was neatly combed to the right, leaving but a small lock which hung down across his forehead. Matt's face was open and inviting, Finn's frozen in some kind of a mocking scowl. Matt was shaved clean, Finn always seemed to have some amount of stubble. It wasn't only their appearances that differed.Where Finn would. My eyes linger on her long tanned legs and her firm young breasts bulging under her thin white top. Even then at twenty, a year ago, she was a big girl with legs and a figure that are every boy’s, and older man’s, dream. And my dreams too! My eyes linger hungrily on that tennis skirt: her long bare legs are spread ever so slightly provocatively, as if u*********sly inviting a hand to lift that skirt and explore. I feel that familiar stirring down below. I remember watching her play. Her dark.