I so desperately wanted her to touch me, and to touch her soft body and to make love to her. I reached out and touched her arm, the one that was cares...ing me. I followed her arm to her shoulder, feeling her soft and cool skin. She didn't object as I grabbed her breast in my hand. It felt heavy and I couldn't take all of it in my trembling hand. Mom exhaled heavy, letting out a big sigh."Oh John." It is so fine and soft mom."When she first stroked my balls with her hand and dragged her fingers. Our game that we like to play is to go out to a club with a live band, stand near the bar and she will pick out a single guy and start making small talk and being flirtatious at the same time. Then get him on the dance for for some dirty dancing while I watch.This last time we went out a couple of months ago and found the "right guy" As we made small talk she mentioned that she likes to dance but I dont, and after a few drinks ask him up on the dance floor, he was already probably more than. Like looking at a ghost." Gulping, George repeated, "A ghost?" The face nodded. "It was your transplant." His voice choked slightly. "It's turning you into the person it came from." Then the Face gestured with his hands and his whole appearance suddenly shifted. His trenchcoat and all of his other clothes turned to a dark gray. While at the same time, the hair and skin revealed behind the mask suddenly vanished, leaving the mask hovering in what seemed to be mid air. The ball of light expanded. Very thick in the middle, with large tummy roll barely contained by that stretchy skirt and top, she sure had a firm foundation for those mountainous tits. Being large in anything other than boobs usually seems to count against a woman, but not this one - she fell into a category that horny college kids such as myself would deem "extremely fuckable".I didn't fully understand it then, and would figure this out more later, but an even bigger turn-on for me than mere appearance is the behaviour of.
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