She opens her flannel, bouncing her giant pale J cups at me.I was very delighted to see those monstrous breasts again. I immediately took hold of both... her huge tits and squeezed them. Loving the feel of her warm, soft breast tissue, sinking between my fingers and being rolled in the palms of my hands.Christy meanwhile was unzipping my jeans and pushed them all the way down to my shoes and dragged my boxers with them. My enormous cock jutted straight out at her crotch. She started rubbing her. I melted into nothing.I wanted him to sculpt me into his toy.“Use me.” I moaned.Every touch made me shiver and quake and cry out.His fingers slid into my mouth.Right into the corners, and I licked back and forth at them and opened wide.My tongue was everywhere.“You make my cock hurt.” Shaun whispered. “You’re so fucking hot, it’s painful. Skin like a China doll. So sweet and innocent. Such full, red lips…”His precum dripped into my pink hole and I cried.Tears of joy and longing.“I’ll be. I could feel her pussy gripping and releasing my cock. I had never felt such incredible muscle control. Even in my awkward position with my dick somewhat bent toward my toes, I was getting hard yet again or more correctly staying hard. Before long, I had yet another raging boner that would have made any man jealous. This delicious and vivacious redhead had me thinking of even more ways to please her. I thought about it too long because in a second she pull off of my dick, gave it a little kiss,. How the hell could this be happening to me?More to the point, how the hell could this be happening in me? How could it reduce me to… this?‘This’, in this case, being the nervous, scared, antsy, embarrassed, horny tension that had my heart going in a trot instead of a normal walk all damn day. The tension that had kept my pussy drenched from the moment I had got out of bed (or maybe even earlier than that).I was Isobel Wilkinson, the borderline autistic quiet ironically asocial sociology student.