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Some years back when I was just a lad, I had what was probably the best time of my life. I was twenty and my then-girlfriend, Carol, was eighteen. She was considered quite the looker and many of my friends said I was punching above my weight. Whatever the reason, she went out with me, I was happy. At the time, we both lived at home with our parents. This made fucking a bit of a problem. I came from a large family so my house was rarely empty. Carol had a younger brother and her mum was a stay-at-home housewife. Her dad worked in security up in London, mostly working nights.We did manage the occasional quiet fuck on her sofa if her mum went to bed early, but it was mostly in my car down some country lane. Oscar Wilde once said that ‘Youth is wasted on the young.’ He was so right. Back then I could happily fuck four or five times a night, all that fucking power and little opportunity to use it. Now I consider myself lucky if I can manage it three times a week. Carol really was lovely, slim little body with firm breasts and a nice arse. All you’d expect from a girl of that age. Her skin was perfect and not an ounce of fat anywhere.Her mum, Debbie, was something else again. At forty, she was twice my age, but I fancied her something rotten. For a few years, I had a crush on an actress called Anita Harris. She was in a film once wearing a nurse’s uniform. Ever since that day, she was firmly in my wank-bank. Debbie looked just like her. I would often have fantasies about fucking her. One of the joys of visiting Carol was having a good look at her mum and thinking of all the things I would like to do with her. She really was my ideal woman. I tried Ankara bayan escort not to make it too obvious but I think she noticed.This story is about the night my dream came true. John, her dad, was going to the firm’s annual Christmas dinner and dance up in London. They wouldn’t be home until late and Carol was left babysitting her little brother. He always went to bed early and slept like a log, perfect. I arrived about seven and Debbie and John were still getting ready. Carol had rented some crappy girlie film from the video shop. I think that may have just been to put her mum and dad off the scent. I had plans for that night and they didn’t involve watching a chick-flick.I was sitting on the settee with Carol when Debbie walked in. She looked fucking gorgeous, wearing a short tight black skirt, white top and a black bolero jacket to match her skirt. That was the best look I’d ever had of her legs. For me, it was an instant hard-on. She really did look fabulous. Then John came in carrying her coat saying the taxi would be arriving soon. He really looked like a bag of shit, a podgy scruffy-looking bloke. What she saw in him was beyond me. They say opposites attract, but this was stretching that reality to its very limit. She looked like a model; he looked like a bloke who had never eaten anything containing natural ingredients. He was also much older-looking.I was so horny when they left; I just wanted to get on with fucking Carol. I had to wait for almost an hour watching stupid cartoons until her little brother’s bedtime. Like I said, he slept like a log so it wasn’t long before Carol was Escort bayan Ankara ready. She grabbed a large beach towel and said we should fuck on her mum’s bed. I noted that she didn’t say mum and dad’s bed. Apparently, the fat oaf had his own bedroom as he snored. I reckoned it was more than that, but who cares? I was about to get up to some serious fucking on a comfy bed for a change.Fucking Carol on her mum’s bed felt super horny. When we were both all fucked-out we got dressed and went back downstairs for a bit of drinking. Her dad had loads of bottles so we started on the vodka. Time was marching on and I was getting horny again. Carol was a bit pissed and sleepy but I couldn’t get the thought of Debbie out of my head. She really did look fucking gorgeous as she left. I was getting a huge boner but Carol was too drunk and sleepy. I was trying really hard to get the thought out of my mind. I didn’t want them to come home and find me with a massive bulge in my pants.I put the TV on to distract myself but moments later, I could hear the key in the door. John was pissed out of his head and Debbie was trying to steer him down the hall. All that commotion woke Carol up. She told me he often got like that and asked if I would help him upstairs. He had the little box room at the back of the house. No sooner had I got him in when he just collapsed face down on the bed. Debbie was standing behind me; she thanked me and told me to leave him like that. Helping that fat lump up the stairs managed to cure my boner. But now I was looking at Debbie again and could feel it coming back to life.Before I could Bayan escort Ankara say anything, Debbie said that as it was close to Christmas and I had been drinking, it would be better if I stayed the night. On the way home from the party, she noticed a lot of police cars around. She didn’t want me to get caught drunk driving, so I could spend the night on the settee. I agreed and went back downstairs to tell Carol. With the vision of her mum still in my mind, I was kind of hoping for one last quick and quiet shag. Carol, on the other hand, was a bit drunk, tired, and only wanted to go to bed. She gave me a kiss, thanked me for taking care of her dad and said she’d see me in the morning.As Carol left the room, Debbie came in, carrying a blanket and a pillow. The lounge door was open so I could hear Carol going upstairs and closing her bedroom door. It was then I got the shock of my life. Without any change of facial expression, Debbie asked me if I had a little bit left for her. I didn’t know what to say. I wasn’t sure she was thinking what I was thinking. I just stood there like a rabbit caught in the headlights. She just looked down at the obvious bulge in my pants and started to unbutton her blouse. Without saying another word, she walked over, took hold of my hands and placed them on her bra.I remember how good her tits felt. They were bigger than Carol’s, in fact, bigger than any I’d felt before. And unlike any before, they were soft. My god, they were soft. Apart from Carol, I’d only ever fucked two other girls. All of them had small, firm breasts. These were heavy, like water-filled balloons. She pulled away from me for a moment and put the blanket and pillow on the sofa. Turning her back to me, she lifted her blouse and pointed at her bra catch. My hands were shaking as I liberated those gorgeous tits. Instinctively, I slid my hands around to get a good feel. I now had the full weight of her warm, soft tits. Her nipples felt like bullets.
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