There was Maureen, the big-breasted bleach blond who would probably stare at a box of orange juice because it said Concentrate, but was predictably fl...irting with him every chance she got, and giving him subtle touches every now and then.But then there was Holly. Holly, with eyes as green as her name. Holly, with dark, sexy red hair. Holly, taller than the others, definitely smarter, soft and full lips - so many times had he pictured those lips around his hard cock. God only knew why she was. The musclesin her shapely legs were clearly defined, and she was obviously carrying noextra weight. Incredibly I found myself trying to visualise being in Diane?splace. I knew I would look nowhere as svelte as she did. Although I was notgrossly overweight, I had not taken good care of my body in recent years. I hadpacked on many extra pounds on my hips and thighs through poor diet and a lackof exercise. My constant excuse was I was too busy being successful to worryabout exercising or eating. Soon his skin was shinylatex sensitive to the touch and sensation but harder to damage. Oncelifted out of the tank two needles entered his breasts he could feelfluid pouring into them as mechanical hands molded the plastic into twoperfect breasts larger and larger, and as they became larger they becameeven more sensitive. He moaned as they were molded into place.He was almost finished thick plump dick sucking lips, skin glisteningwith latex his small ass raised up perfectly fuckable the dildo. His voice was slightly hypnotising almost, in the way he calmly shared his observations. “I enjoyed watching you battle that stubborn lock of hair that kept falling back into your face, ” he said, his hands sliding down my neck and over my shoulders. “It also did not go unnoticed how aroused you became after that forward bend.” His hands now followed my soaking wet singlet towards my stomach. I inhaled briskly.“You are one passionate lady, aren’t you?” he said, while taking the bottom hem of.