"Well you are making me wet young man. Do you need a little help out of the nest to learn to fly? " Meg said as she leaned over to lick a drop of pre-...cum from the tip of my cock. I could not believe what she had just done, licking my juice like that. Then she took my cock into her mouth. Her tongue swirled about the underside of my cock as she deep throated it and then pulled back so just the head was in her mouth. I had not masturbated in several days and stood little chance of holding back. But unlike the huge-breasted women of male fantasy, her bosom rested on an even larger stomach. Fatima twirled around on her toes. Sometimes she found it a burden to even support her own weight. She turned her neck round to regard her buttocks, or their reflection in the mirror. Also huge. Also plump. Maybe they were designed to be comfortable to sit on, but not when squeezed into the narrow confines of a seat in a car, a train, a bus, or, worst of all, an aeroplane. And yet, despite her. ?, said Sheila , handing her a one-piece exercise suit. Jane put it on, and was surprised how form fitting it was. It covered her just barely, but was not what one might say as skimpy.?Lay down here? , commanded Sheila, pointing to the training table.Jane obliged, and laid on her stomach. Shelia then proceeded to give Jane the best back massage she ever could imagine. Working her fingers deeply into each bulge of skin, Sheila took all the angst out of Jane. It was clearly the best experience. He placed his hand on the back of Andrea’s head, pushing her into my cunt harder and forcing her to suck my clit like she was starving for it. I felt it pulse, hot in her mouth. He held his wet dick with his other hand and lifted it to my mouth. I opened it automatically and my tongue came out to lick the head. Sweet and tangy musk exploded in my mouth. I could taste her juices and his cum as I lapped at his cock head like an ice cream cone. I whimpered and looked up as Daddy, sucking the tip.