”“I will,” Brad smiled.“Some guys actually find getting a blow job more satisfying than fucking.”“Why’s that?”“When you fuck, unless... she’s on top, you are controlling the thrusting. With a blow job, you are completely defenceless and she controls all the action.”“Another thing, when you’re fucking Abby or any other girl, the size of their tits is somewhat important.”“What do you mean?”“The rule of thumb is the larger the girl’s tits, the less attention you give them when fucking. Otherwise, the. " I smile at him, say "ok" go into my room and close the door. I lean against the door for a minute, I can't believe what just happened. I can feel my pussy throbbing from the sex in the lift and I'm still dripping with his cum. I take a deep breath and walk to the mini bar. I think about taking my heels off but figure they may come in useful. I reach for the bottle of champagne I kept on ice to celebrate my day and pop the cork. I just start to pour when there's a knock at the door. As I go to. The nurse picked it up and said a few muffled words before hanging up. ‘Dr. Thorson will be along when he’s finished his rounds,’ she said. ‘When will that be?’ I asked, now beginning to lose my patience. She looked up at the clock. ‘Twenty minutes or so. Depends.’ I began to pace. It didn’t seem to be important to them that someone looked at Shelly. But I knew if I caused a fuss, they would likely call someone to kick me out and that wouldn’t help either. I bit my tongue, giving the sour. "Squeeze and play with them."As weird as all this was, Josh soon realized he was living a dream he had had for some time. He was playing with his mom's big tits and it was even better than he had imagined, and he imagined lots.Paul and Ben stood there, transfixed. Bob, sweating even more, seem to have turned an even brighter shade or red. He stared wide-eyed, clearly in shock. He sure couldn't believe what was happening. Bob only looked away briefly when Ben and Paul sat down on the bench on.