After several days of painand swelling, I had a beautiful pair of D cups. "Brandi, can I borrow a bra until I go shopping?" "Darling, I really doubt m...y bra will fit you," she replied with adismissive laugh. "Oh, I think they'll fit just perfectly," I said with a smile andwent to put on a pink satin one of hers. Brandi entered the room as Iwas adjusting myself in the cups, and she gasped a little. "Those are not B cups." She said. "No," I smiled and cupped my breasts with my hands,. “Mister Andrews, you don’t know me, but my name is Sin, short for Cynthia and I need help desperately before I go crazy with guilt. I want you to know I never murdered anybody and it is all a bunch of lies.”I could hear her seductive breathing on the other end of the line and speculated about what she had just told me. It sounded like she was sincere but when the word “Murder” is used in a sentence like that, it paid to be super cautious before taking any job no matter how desperate one was for. “I want to fuck your mouth”. Without hesitation she turned around to face him, dropped to her knees and took him into her mouth again, grabbing his muscular ass cheeks to pull him towards her. At that point he took her head in both hands and started to thrust in and out of her mouth. “Yes, that’s it Mom, you like it when I fuck your face, don’t you?” She merely moaned, her mouth full of young hard cock. He fucked her mouth like it was a pussy, fast and hard. He then slowed, looked down at her. We exchanged a few pleasantries and then I took my drink and sat down at one of the benches to do some jogger watching, it wasn’t very busy and only a handful of joggers went by. Mary was just wandering about as she didn’t have many customers which made it for a nice and peaceful atmosphere. I finished my drink and decided to have a quick pee before walking home and headed down past the café and around the back to the old wooden toilet, there was no men’s or women’s just a rickety door to a.