“Look at those!” he nudged his younger brother.“34DD,” Sandy said proudly pushing her chest out.“DD?” I laughed. “I remember being a DD ...in high school!” I grabbed the bottom of the outfit and pulled down on it. My huge naked boobs came out and were visible to all. “36 fucking G!”The boys nearly fell over staring and gawking at my chest. I looked over at Sandy who was staring at my boobs. I laughed at her as I snatched the bottle from her hand and emptied the contents down my throat.Martha stood. April’s aspiration was to become good enough to be allowed to do an inspirational talk. Maybe, another three months and they would put her on the program. She had already read a few books on how to organize inspirational talks. After waiting for fifteen minutes, she boarded the bus to the church. She always went to the back, because that’s were the cool kids are. Though, sometimes, scary questionable people like the back of the bus as well. There was Steven. No, she had never met him. But,. There was so much fucking cum that it was even running all over his balls and onto the sheets!!! What happened next amazed me even more!!! Some how with getting all the way up off his dick she managed to turn herself around so that she was now riding reverse cowgirl!!! And I could tell from the look on her slutty sperm caked fucking face plus looking at her cunt lips that she was about to cum again!!! Well I checked to be sure there was still plenty of film in the camera ... some where in all. You cant even say her name enough. I think everyone should say it constantly: Cyndy Cyndy Cyndy If a conversation isn't about Cyndy I wont even listen. I listen about a minute. No that's too long. Maybe fifteen seconds. And if someone doesn't start talking about Cyndy it's like hello why are you even opening your mouth. I'm gone, out of there, cause there's only one thing worth talking about and it's Cyndy. It's like that's the answer to every question. Like someone comes up to me in the mall.