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Many a night all I would dream of was seeing those unrestrained and pendulous mammaries swing above my head - tantalizing me into stroking my penis that was longer than my size 12 shoe and as thick as my large, muscular wrist. Drunk Orgy Sluts I often thought about what my horse-sized penis with testicles the size of tennis balls would look like as my meat pole plunged like a torpedo into the softness of her breasts.
As my 18th birthday party full of ice cream and cider wound down, Aunt Ruth told me she had a surprise to show me. The pastor had just left the room leaving me and Aunt Ruth alone.
Drunk Orgy Sluts I soon began to feel my penis raise slowly like a draw bridge as Aunt Ruth had been sitting alone with me. She "accidentally" dropped her kerchief that lazily drifted and fell only inches from my boots. As I bent down to pick it up, our heads collided slightly to which she began to giggle as I tried to apologize. Aunt Ruth said she would get it as she didn't want me to get any germs, with a strong hint of sarcasm and a coy grin. She bent over again and began to stretch for the kerchief when suddenly both her breasts tore her restraining undergarment with a loud rip and the massive melons bounced free like a 3 gallon bowl of Jell-O spilling right before my very eyes. Drunk Orgy Sluts I was dumbfounded as I stared at the orbs of delight that were so heavily laden that they began to cause Aunt Ruth to fall forward as her giant tit meat's weight was too heavy for her to keep her balance. Her nipples had almost hit the floor when I jumped up to keep her from falling. At the same time I jumped up, my now fully engorged horn of plenty spasmed in my pants causing 3 of the buttons on my fly to spring loose.
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