Bits of chocolate cake where also spilling off the side of that table and down onto the floor. Those bits were scattered along the floor in amongst a ...few dozen beer cans. Those beer cans were all crunched in their middle and still had little droplets of their contents slowly dripping out of the cracks in the aluminum. Underneath the TV cabinet was the cork to the wine bottle and a few plastic plates with bits of pizza crust still sitting on them. The oven door was also still open with the oven. (maybe her entire life?!)Luckily, suitable customized bras were easier to find these days; but Violet hated the monstrosity that she had to wear. She had always been pleasantly surprised at the natural buoyancy of the jiggling mountains sprouting from her chest; they sagged far less than what one would suspect, but nonetheless, support was necessary. Without the industrial-strength seat-belt strap bra, the bouncy inertia of her Girls would cause them to sway and leap uncontrollably from their. I'll talk..." She grinned as his words caught in his throat. He couldn't see that, but he certainly could see her backside cleavage and she knew it would set off his desire to see the rest of her girl parts. She stifled a giggle as she heard his toolbelt hit the floor. And then there was the sound of his boots getting unlaced, and finally of his zipper. Some more clothing rustled and she fought off the temptation to turn her head and see. Right now she didn't want him to know she had a face.. "Uh-huh" I managed to reply.With that, she quickly unzipped my fly, took my dick out from my boxer-briefs and began a wonderful hand job. She knew what she was doing. She even used the butter on the edge of the box as lubricant. It was very stimulating, to say the least. I was in such a euphoric state, I hardly noticed when she removed the box and went down on me. Her lips were better than I could've imagined. So soft and warm and wet, providing just the right amount of suction. Her tongue was.