Free Blogger: BUS STOP WHORES - BUSSTOPWHORES had watched Mark walk up to her door from behind her curtains. In the back of her mind she had decided to see if he would knock and wait or if he would take the opportunity to duck out of his offer of last night. She smiled at the second knock on the door and went to sit in front of her dressing table. She had already showered and was wearing only her silk bathrobe. Now, knowing that Mark was downstairs, she undid the belt and let it fall open. Her breasts full and swelling spilled out and she cradles them, first one, then the other, in her hands. She was generously endowed, her breasts overflowing the50D cupped bra she normally wore. Closing her eyes, she kneaded her soft curves caressing herself and imagining teaching Mark how to caress and manipulate them to please her. Her fingers swirled around the base of each nipple, drawing the brown puckered circles out into stiff hard points. They felt rubbery and elastic as she tugged gently on them with her finger and thumb. The bushy curls between her thighs were becoming damp again, this time from the sweet juices flowing out of her pussy rather than the warm soapy water of the shower
