"Stay there, Amie." I slid my jocks over my hips and pulled them down and my cock leaped free. Her eyes moved to it, seeing the thick purple glans and the swollen shaft, bobbing as I moved towards her.

I stood behind her and put my arms around her waist. My shaft was wedged in the crack between her buttocks and I moved my hands to her breasts. "Look in the mirror," I whispered.

She watched as I lifted them, my hands much darker than the pale creamy flesh they caressed. They were surprisingly large, each filling my hand and their weight and plasticity caused a spurt of moisture to...