It’s so crowded here. I’m glad that you knew about that app.”“There are a few of these locating apps, but I like this one, and best of all, it...’s free,” Roger grinned.The group returned to their car and started home.“You guys enjoy?” Cynthia asked the girls.“Yeah, the bands were cool. We got to see a lot of acts, too. Thanks for taking us!” Devin exclaimed.“Thank you for telling me about this,” Ayame told Michelle. “I had lots of fun there.”“Ugh,” Michelle commented. “Tomorrow they pick another. I put out my arms to her and she came to me.We kissed properly for the first time. It was natural, easy; and it sent my pulse rate off the scale. When we eventually surfaced for air we were both a little flushed and breathing rapidly. She looked at me shyly but with a glint in her eye. "I guess you do like what you see!" Like I said, stupid question. I cut short any further conversation with another kiss. If the first was good then this was spectacular. It felt like my whole being was. Each individual breast was the size of a watermelon. Her nipples were so thick they were as tall as a marshmallow. I was slightly embarrassed at what I had done to Mrs. Fattorusso’s body yet too aroused to truly care. “Uh, fuck!” Mrs. Fattorusso gasped. She rubbed her massive mammaries. “I told you not to screw up my body, damnit!” Her bra fell to the floor as she removed her shredded shirt. “If you screw up my body I’ll screw with your grades!” Mrs. Fattorusso warned. At first I thought she. She used to wear lots of modern clothes but would like an angel in traditional clothes. So she would wear traditional clothes just to impress me. I used to get different feelings depending on her clothes. Would feel like looking at her with lots of love when she wears traditional and with lots of lust when she wears jeans. She didn’t have a big rack but had a wonderful rear. My face and hands have spend a lot of time with her rear and she enjoys the attention too.So after we proposed to each.