Brazzers - Big Tits at School - Anna Bell Peaks and Jessy Jones - Lets Bake A Titty Cake

So we had Roxy living with us, and since Becca's kids were an hour away, Roxy was taking care of them on weekends when Becca worked. Becca being away caused the kids to miss her and her ex was letting her have them whenever she wanted or could get them. Our little arrangement worked well except Becca was again burning the candle at both ends. She lost all of the “baby fat” she School always complained about. Her body and face were tight and her cuteness was replaced by a businesslike demeanor. She changed her hair and dress and looked the businesswoman. She was definitely driven. I saw her every other weekend and saw a change in her each time. She still took care of me as always but sex was routine and, with Roxy and often kids there, we were confined to the bedroom. Yes, bedrooms were for sex but some of our best was Anna on the sofa or elsewhere. Anyway, it was tits all going well for her. As time progressed, her franchise grew to the point she was outpacing me financially; however, there was no stopping her. She started a hospitality program that she taught, as well as, running her stores which had now grown to three with two more on the horizon. Unfortunately, I was getting to where I barely big knew her anymore. We had a talk one weekend and both admitted it was a problem but a problem with no solution. She was addicted to pursuing her career and much as she was addicted to sex and masturbation. And yes, she told me she still used her handy helpers to keep her sex drive down. I found out my position was going to end early and, if I wanted to remain with the company, I had to look to other divisions. As I was a young supervisor with low seniority, my advancing or lateral opportunities were few with the most notable being overseas. Back then, they were super lucrative financially. As time progressed, it became my only option. My next weekend home had Becca teaching a class. She said “come along, you can help run the A/V” so I tagged along mainly to give her my work options. I was no expert at A/V but had done enough to be competent and this was a simple hookup. We drove and over to the town where the seminar was to be held and set up. We had talked on the way there but not to the detail to bring up our future at the current crossroads. After setting up, we talked in depth. She was only interested in pursuing her career as it stood then. She said I was welcome to “retire and tag along” as she put it. She then smiled at me and said “if it doesn't work, let's end nicely”. I said “deal”. Her seminar went well. It was held in a large suite instead of a meeting room to make it “more intimate and informal” as she put it. Plus, it was a small group. It was two days for six hours a day. We set the TV up across the opening to the bedroom using the living area for seating. The hotel furnished some extra chairs and a TV on a cart so we set that up as well. After that, we tested the A/V. The group arrived and she was off. Making sure the A/V connections worked, I left for the day. I arrived back shortly before it ended to find Becca expertly pitching the highlights for the second day. Over the next six years they had three children and after a close call on Nancy’s life with the third one, they both got fixed to prevent that danger from happening again. “Well you seem to have really progressed in your sex education now and the Anna final thing is yes the cock goes in the pussy but you will have tits to wait as I think your tight little pussy.” Oh man I would like to work on stretching your little pussy out. “That is… disappointing.” My dick ached. Allowed this big added freedom of movement, I rolled my hips in a sensual motion, my rhythm gaining speed as the sexual and urges in my firm young body began to build. I groaned as her pussy engulfed my dick as I sat in the chair, a pair of cameras shooting us, one over my shoulder, the other School over hers. Slowly she fucked me, and I have to admit I was in heaven. "Oh god, Oh god, Oh god." My dick starts to get hard. Got it!” It hadn't been hard, and it hadn't hurt.