Resting my hands on either side of Chris’s head, I began to glide up and down his cock. As my breasts swung invitingly before his face, he reached u...p to take one in each hand, fondling them gently. I was revelling in the wonderful sensations when I felt movement behind me. With a shock, I looked over my shoulder; John had silently stripped and was climbing onto the bed. “Let’s both do her,” he muttered. He moved on his knees behind me, between Chris’s legs and my knees. As John gripped my hips,. They are a large C/D cup and protrude straight out without a hint of sag. Her breasts, combined with her small frame and hips make them look even larger, and it's a near impossibility to not have your eyes drawn to them when talking to her. Her lack of trust in almost everyone has prevented even the most eager guys from getting too close. I'm sure that there's thousands of dollars of therapy potential laying in wait for some mental health professional down the road. Maggie is her one close. Then Betsy felt the woman's teeth let go of her swollen labia. The relief was profound, but it lasted such a brief moment. Betsy felt her pussy lips being spread apart and then her vulnerable clitty was sucked into a hot mouth. She remembered a ticklish sensation at first and her clitoris felt extremely good, as it was lightly caresses by the devilish woman's tongue. Everything felt wonderful, just like it always did when someone cleverly teased her, and her head filled with thoughts of another. As he listened to his heart, he moved the stethoscope about and that was when we made contact. His hand touched mine, still holding the cat, and an electric current shot through me as I felt the warmth of his hand against mine. The strange thing was that as I stood holding the cat between us, this touch of hand-against-hand seemed to linger. Our faces were just a foot or so apart and I looked at the skin of his face and neck, the hair around his ears and his jet-black eye-brows. I almost.