But I wanted more. He pulled me close and re-entered me fully. Distracted momentarily, my new orgasm hit me slowly. I caressed my 32c breasts and washed them thoroughly knowing they would be on full display today. He smiled knowingly and said, “I want to make love to you with that on.” Who was I to say no! I was his slut. Two. And he didn’t stop. My lips started to spread and ahhhhhhhhhhh they parted. However, to keep up appearances I put on comfortable blue jeans and sweater over it to look as I normally would before leaving to meet him. He had been telling me how beautiful I was and how wonderful I felt. I also came down a bit from my second orgasm. I assumed not but wanted it. He reached under each side of my back from above and grabbed a hold of my shoulders from behind.
