Off to Fantasy LandSusan’s. My last night and I had given up hope of getting a wild island fuck when my host, Aunt Maybelle, a plump woman of 70years told me that her grand daughter was coming over from the island of Tobago for the labour day weekend and she had asked her to take me to a house party that same night. My flight was scheduled to leave at 8am in the morning and I was not sure I wanted to spend a night out partying before I got drunk and missed my flight but I did not want to be rude so I told Aunt Maybelle I. "Good choice," she said. "Do you think my tits are pretty?" Yes," I stuttered."Thank you," she said. "As a reward I will let you put the bra on me. Now take off this one."I leaned over her, awkwardly fumbling with the clasp of her bra. Finally, I snapped it off and pulled the bra off her. I was so shy I could not stare at her magnificent tits."Do you think they are firm enough?" she asked, holding her tits, slightly lifting them up. "Feel them up and see."I knelt down on the floor before Aunt. But, actually, having mycock and balls strapped away felt better and more natural, so I leftthe pouch in place.The way ahead was becoming clearer and my mind, made more acute byBeatrice's re- programming, swiftly and logically sorted out prioritiesfor action. Top of the list was that I was ravenous, next was that Iwould need rest. I rapidly thought through the sort of diet that wouldfacilitate the bodily changes and ordered from Room Service. A hugeplatter of salad and bread was delivered which.Read More
