She had on a pair of red, sheer thigh highs with a pair of black fishnet thigh highs on on top of them. She also wore tube socks and a low pair of Chu...ck Taylors. The black bustier was tight and had a zipper up the front. She blinked... "How do you want me?" "Call another man you know in here and fuck him until he cums in your pussy."She blinked again. She stared at me for a minute... "Are we getting high?" she asked. I smiled. "Yeah." She smiled. She picked up her phone and turned away. Her. But enough."You're shivering." I know. Ooh! What will we do if Herbert comes in?" Despite her question, Ethel snuggled closer and wriggled against his body. So soft and big, those breasts. Where had they been until now? Obviously she just let them dangle, and they reached down to ... God knows where! Russ held her bottom, crushing her to him: the globes of her buttocks deliciously plump and rounded in the unyielding denim. "I can feel you," she gasped softly. Ah, so!Her lips were so soft, moist. No one felt bad beating on a kid bigger than them. What they didn’t know was that I tolerated it because it was nothing compared to my home life… When I was eleven, I got sick with the flu. I screwed something up one day, I don’t remember what exactly, and my dad came down on my ass pretty hard. I can remember standing in the bathroom of the shitty trailer that we lived in at the time. He was yelling at me red-faced, and I remember I was just trying to not throw up. I remember him asking me if. It turns out it was just a question about a payment to the local garden centre that was overdue, which was easy for me to resolve, but whilst I was there I was introduced to their daughter.Esme was about 5'8", with long straight dark hair, a nice tan and really pretty eyes. She had long legs and what can only be described as massive breasts. There was something about her that made me keep looking at her; even the way she moved was sexy. She was away at university, studying English and Business.