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Huge Boobs


Squeeze Big Juggs
I tugged gently at the ribbon until the bow came untied, the corner of the panty fell down exposing the skin just to the side of my vagina. My stare into the mirror had become fixed as I stroked the skin with my littlest finger. I watched myself convince my other hand to render the other bow unsecured, allowing the light panties to dropped to the floor beneath me. I looked down to see the wisps of golden hair that was no longer compressed by the panties. I watched in the mirror as I guided my fingers, gently placing them over my vagina, the warmth comforted me as my forefinger slipped down to where my vaginal lips began to part. I felt the moistness that I had anticipated, the heady sensations that arose intoxicated me, and my legs began to quiver with bliss.

Huge Tits


Huge Tits
My wife, Deborah, often tells me "bedtime stories" of her sexual adventures. Some of them I know are true, either because I was there, or because she has corroborative evidence. Some of them, I'm sure, are fictional. Others, I'm just not sure about. I don't know about the truth of this one. It sounds like the kind of thing she'd do if she were in the right mood, but since I wasn't there, I can't vouch for it. If you've ever heard anything about the New York subways, you probably think you know what they're like. Noisy, obnoxious, and crowded. Most of the time that's true, but as any New Yorker will tell you -- once you get past his pride in living in the least livable city in the country -- that some trains can be practically empty if you pick the right times and routes. Many evenings, around 10 or 11, even the busiest routes start emptying out, and by midnight it's sometimes possible to have a car to yourself.

Huge Boobs


Huge Real Boobs
I raised my hand to my face and traced the soft lines of my cheekbones, my eyes closed as I began caressing my flesh. I looked down at my breasts, through the mirror, full and round, they stood suspended by the bra that held them. I moved my hands to release them from the contraption that embodied them. My nipples became erect and took on a sudden glow. I began to feel my sexuality as the sweet fragrance of my own flesh rose and hung in the heavy air. As I closed my eyes, I saw my delicate body and envisioned it wrapped lightly in silk. I placed the palms of my hands on my nipples, and began circular motions as I felt the imaginary fabric caressing them to their full alertness. I gazed again into the mirror, as I guided a hand to my panties, I felt the texture of the satin ribbon daintily tied in bows against my hips.

Storm Inside


Huge Boobs
The turbulent storm was raging outside, just as it had been almost all day. The humidity and the pounding of the rain were making me sleepy and tired. Just plain old groggy. I decided to retire to my bedroom for a nap until the showers had ended. I was too weary to continue working on the business project that was before me. I had, for sometime, been in a self evaluation period, and I no longer felt like I knew who I was. Somewhere something had gotten lost. I retreated to my bedroom as the thunder roared. It was illuminated only by the misty haze that hung in the spring air. I slipped out of my sweats and went across the room to toss them into the hamper. I began to re-trace my steps, as I caught my image in my mirror. I stopped, looking curiously for a moment. The hazy light made my fair skin seem luxurious. My blonde hair, pulled up, had taken on an ash tone, and my oval face was highlighted by my full blush lips and deep grey eyes.

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