‘Um, do we have to be this… Well, I mean… intimate?’ My tongue found her neck and ear, ‘Are you afraid of your own body? A coach who has spe...nt years preaching and following hard training discipline?’ She shivered and spoke up. ‘They’re right. You are a terrible threat. You know I am scared of that big thing rubbing against my rear. Rubbing and scrambling my brain…’ ‘Answer my question, woman. You wanted an interview.’ She leaned back and I took that as a signal to find the plump breasts with my. “In fact, it seems a woman’s breasts get extra big when they get all milk-laden.” “Oh no, you don’t! Thank you but my bosoms are quite fine the size they are…thanks to your over-imagina- tive little mind,” I said glancing momentarily at my 40DD breasts. I used to be a petite “little” 36D until the little troublemaker entered my life. My belly finally stopped growing. I was huge and very VERY pregnant looking. The little man stroked his chin. That would be exciting. They could sit in that big tub with their clothes off and she could put her head on his shoulder, put her hands on his cute bald head, reach under the water and put her hand around his thing.He would have a big one, like Ethan's, long and thick, and she would have to put both hands around it to make his stuff come out. She would sit on Mr. Thorn's lap and his big, hard thing would go way up inside her and she would move up and down with the warm water surrounding them. I fell onto those puppies like a starving man, taking the erect nipples between my lips. She obviously knew her body because as soon as I started nibbling her swollen teats, she bucked hard against me. It was truly heavenly. If I could have chosen the time and place of my deathbed, then this was as good as any. I felt my balls tighten and heard my wheezing breath. I knew my salvation wasn't far away and I made one final dash for the line. MJay must have felt it because her hands glided to my.