I actually wish I could have your breast size.”Dang it, I had been narrating out loud again. I timidly said to the door, “Then you can trade me. I... don’t want these.”“I don’t think that would be a good idea. Your boobs are meant for you,” said a familiar voice.“Sue? I thought you were grounded until you left for college,” I said as I opened the door to my room.Sue stood there looking up at me with a look on her face. The look gave me an idea of what she was about to say before she said,. The sensation of kissing a grown man gave me a thrill in my loins. The prospect of sharing with him a maturing but undeniably young body, a type of body he'd never experienced before, made me feel flush. Our kissing had progressed to deep hard kisses and I suddenly felt his left hand brush against and then lightly touch my right breast through my shirt. I flinched from surprise and the new sensation of having someone else’s hand touch my large breasts. He drew back and began apologizing. Maybe. As she watched, the man’s prick grew fatter, longer while her mother nursed on it. She wondered at how a woman could have something that long in her mouth without gagging, she felt her little pussy start to warm and swell, her mouth watered as she watched the oral sex.The woman stood, abandoning the erection to the cool night air, and started pulling her clothes off, he finished stripping naked. The girl's petite body flushed hot, the muscles in her stomach fluttered as she looked at his. .” I laugh, having heard this too many times before myself; that was code for hurry up and get yours because I’m about to get mine. Yet instead of speeding up her hips she slows her wind down more and leans down on him stopping all motion and kisses him passionately. He grips her ass so tight I can see his fingerprints as they moan into each other’s mouths. You’d swear they were married for years that’s how intense their kissing was! I take heed and keep my finger on my clit waiting for her to.