“You shouldn’t complain. You know that married pussy is the best pussy. Don’t be complaining.” She teased.
“I feel bad I didn’t get you a gift.”
“Oh, you already did!”
She patted her pussy and raised her skirt. Cum was already wet and through her panties as she prepared to take my load back to work with her.
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Tuesday night would be my first brunette and my first Asian. Both her he parents were born Japanese. Muri was cute little thing married to an American soldier. They had met in California. They had two very young children. He husband was overseas on duty. Sales records showed she was pretty proficient at selling and listing houses. I was going to find out if her hairy little twat had anything to do with it.
Petite and short, there was nothing girlish about her figure. I wondered if tits that looked D-Cup on her could be fake. A trim waist and flared hips made her look more than fuckable.
As we talked going through the house I asked about her husband.
“We just talked via Skype before I left the office to come over here. He gets horny and I flash my tits at him to keep him going. He shows the other guys. When they are back in the States I’m pretty popular. Everyone looks at me like they want to fuck me.”
“How about me?”
“Yes, you kind of have that look.”
Muri laughed which made the big knockers jiggle. My eyes locked on them. Muri blushed and laughed all the harder.
“You see what I mean? What’s wrong with you men?”
“You seem to get a lot out of it yourself.”
I never took my eyes off them.
“I don’t think they are real.”
They looked huge … and real. I didn’t see any better way to bait her. If she slapped me and left, then she slapped me and left. I didn’t think Muri was the kind to slap me a leave.
She pulled the tail of her blouse from her skirt. All the women wore skirts. I guess it’s the allure of what’s up under there and the idea of maybe reaching up under there and snatching their panties off. Women knew how to work a skirt.
Muri pulled up her blouse. Her bra hooked in front. She unclasped it and pulled the cup off her right tit. Holy Shit! It was definitely a D-Cup. With her being tiny it was probably a size 30 D-Cup. I don’t know where you’d buy a bra like that, but what a tit.
“I can tell it’s big, but I can’t tell if it’s real from here.”
“Then get closer.”
I don’t know who was outsmarting whom, but Muri was loving showing off her tit. Me getting to see her big tit or not she was probably outsmarting me.
“Well, if it’s fake there should be a scar under your boob or around the nipple.”
“You won’t be satisfied unless you look.”
Was anyone still thinking about real estate here? I lifted her boob and looked for a scar. Genuine tit so far. I looked closely around her nipple, a nipple that was now hard and distended. I held the nipple between my fingers while I looked. Muri gave herself away. She was into it. Someone was going to have to fuck her. I put my hand on her boob and sucked on the nipple.
“Hmmm. Seems real to me. How about the other one?”