Recent Blogs: STREET BLOWJOBS Gazing at last upon Mrs. Hanson's breasts, splendid in their bare beauty, it occurred to Johnny that he had secretly dreamed of seeing them for many months now. They were beautiful; big and round without a hint of sag, capped by a pair of pink nipples the size of silver dollar pancakes. It was obvious that she spent time in a tanning bed, or perhaps sunning herself naked by the pool when the kids weren't around. There was not the slightest hint of tan lines about her magnificent breasts.
Johnny could barely comprehend what was unfolding before his very eyes. Mrs. Hanson stood smiling right at him in her black leather skirt, stockings and heels, her hands on her hips; gloriously naked from the waist up. Her boobs pointed directly out at his face, her long strand of pearls draped down between them. Johnny never imagined a middle-aged woman's tits could be so full, so large, and yet so firm. The urge to suck upon them was overwhelming.
