On our way home, we stopped in an adult bookstore because she wanted to buy a strap-on dildo. I was very excited about it but I felt watched in the st...ore and very self-conscious. She told me to follow her in one of the booths. We started watching some porn when she showed me the gloryholes and told me:-“I know you’ve already sucked cocks but with condoms, so you don’t really know what it tastes like. Would you like to try?-I don’t know.-Well, I know, the answer is yes, and you don’t really have. One time." Cleo coaxed and waited."My god!" I didn't believe it even as I did it. I reached behind me and unhooked my bra. Using the skill every girl learns at an early age I pulled my arms out of the bra without removing my shirt. Plucking up and out of the neckline of my top I held it, dangling. "Happy?" Very. Look." She turned me to the mirror.I was flushed. The color was bright in my cheeks, my eyes bright and alive with the thrill of the adventure. The simple top I'd put on earlier. I made a mental note to include hand signals in my safety regimen because if I were smothered by those breasts I would not be able to voice it. She caught my eye and we connected. As she rounded a turn I read the name on the back of her shirt — …busther. What? A typo on the jersey. Shouldn’t that have been buster? But the it hit me — it wasn’t a typo it was a nickname — Bust Her. It was a play on those enormous tits and the fact that she was one of the. Then an opportunity presented itself where I could bring up my desires without too much fear of making her angry. Not that she normally got angry at me, but I always feared that if I pushed too hard she would stop everything. I am not sure I would have survived that. We were having breakfast and chatting when the subject of what I wanted for my birthday came up."David, your birthday's this weekend, so what do you want? I never know what to get you."Without hesitation I said, "Nothing. I have.