Again, she was testing me. Never actually stopped. Flattering... Sheesh. Old trick. Fall for compliments that easily? Makes you feel secure. Makes you... let your guard down. Makes you weak. “Thanks, but you haven't seen anything really. I've had tougher nuts to crack.” Direct provocation – works in most of the cases. Now she had to pause. My turn to take the lead again. “Touché,” she said, “guess I'll have to show you what I'm capable of, then.” Correction: direct provocation – always works.. Cum on me. Shoot your load on me. On my big breast. Please!!! she said. I opened my eyes. She was tugging on her erect nipples. She was licking her lips. She had long white nails. She was rubbing her breast, and making loud noises. God! Im so wet…Why wont you fuck me??… Like before we got married… she said. I grunted. She moved her head on the lounge chair. Get closer..Not on your hand. Shoot it!! ….Shoot a big load on me. I…I.I.I….Oh! My!! Your cumming all over me. On my lips…My breast…Between. He assured me that he was ok and he would not hurt me. He started telling me that it was ok for guys to touch other guys and told me his was going to unzip his pants and play with himself. I could see his cock peering out and was astonished how big it was compared to mine. Naturally I always masturbated at home but this was different seeing someone else doing it. He pulled his pants off and started stroking his cock. My goodness, it was huge! I guess the difference in size and girth made a. Well, I knew now and I knew the plans that Jillian had for me. It was time for me to make some plans of my own.Curiosity got the better of me and when Jillian told me about going to the Avon party with Marge I told her fine, that I would be working late that night and I would catch a bite to eat on the way home. Tuesday night I was in a borrowed car parked just down the street when Jillian backed out of our driveway. I followed her to Marge's place and as Marge climbed into Jillian's car I.