Continuing thoughts about big breasts.
I once dated an older woman who had magnificently large breasts. I’d visit her on a week night and enjoy dinner with her and her high school daughter.
As I would say my good-byes and head outside toward my car, my lady friend would follow me into the darkness of her yard.
Once at my car, I would turn and lean against it and my friend would turn her back and lean against me. The extended good-bye would continue with my wrapping my arms around her, kissing her neck and ear.
Things progressed as I reached under her bra with one hand massaging her breast and nipple while the other hand reached into her panties finding her thick pubic hair, rubbing her vulva before heading down to her clitoris and wet labia.
By now we were kissing passionately and she had opened her stance. If she was wearing slacks or jeans, she was undo them and push them down with her panties to her knees giving me full freedom of access as I masturbated her.
If she was wearing a skirt, she would pull up the hem and tuck it in her waistband and then push her panties down, which would usually fall down to her ankles.
All of this promoted some heavy make out sessions and we both felt like horny teenagers. Sometimes, I was throbbing hard and would bend her over the hood and fuck her until we both orgasmed.
After, she would tell me how good her orgasm was and how naughty it felt to screw in the darkness in the yard.
As a variation I would sometimes squat down and eat her gorgeous, plump labia while fingering her anus and rectum. She always came to a shuttering climax. Then she would masturbate me until I shot my load down her throat.
Those nights are some great memories.