After school I head home, my guitar bag slung over my back, the heat of the day already making me sweat my ass off. I really needed to get a car. I tu...rned a corner about four blocks from school and stopped short as I saw Emma Copper leaning against a telephone poll with her arms crossed."Hey stranger." She said raising her eyebrow. "What's my guitar player doing walking in the heat?"I shrugged, "I thought I would give walking on the surface of the sun a try."She laughed and gestured to a black. ”“No I don't.”“Yes you do. You have more of a Jamaican accent then I have a British accent.”“You hear things.”“When you're mad, your accent is strong. Its like insane.”“That's you when you're mad. You sound exactly like your mother.”“I do not. Don't lie.”“Yeah, when you're mad you sound like your mom. Then when you get to excited. Then, just normal talking, you sound like a valley girl with a New England accent.”“Whatever,” I said defeated. “Shut up.”“I love your accents, though,” EJ said,. At that point, she raised her arms and I took the shirt off, then rolled her on her back and went to work on her knockers. Each of those two mountains of flesh weighs probably about 20 lbs. and each requires two hands to hold it in place. I took turns massaging each while attempting to take the areola in my mouth and give the nipple a good tonguing. Ash lay back, breathed deeply, and simply enjoyed the attention for several minutes. Then she slowly lifted up my T shirt, placed each of her. Max worked his finger slowly with shallow movements. He could feel Rock's cock through the thin walls of her ass and pussy. Finally, he got his finger down to the knuckle. Rotating and twisting, he coated her inner walls with oil. Slowly finger fucking her ass, Max pushed a second finger inside once she had loosened up. Mama groaned and gasped. She felt so full, but knew in a moment that she would be even fuller, once Max's cock replaced his fingers. Max, satisfied that his lady's star was open.