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THE VIRUS. CHAPTER FOUR

Date: 9/2/2015, Categories: BDSM, Mature, Taboo, Author: crazyxxxcash, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

flashing your big ole’boobies?” “Want me to lie?” “Boobs?” She grinned. “My question is why do you wear a bra and a thick ass sweater when you got boobs the size of yours?” “You are a bad influence, you know that, right?” Wendy stated with a blushing grin. “I’m thirty six years old you know. I’m not all spring-chickeny like you.” “You was bashing on the young fat bitches for flaunting their shit and yet you got the same game going on but you won’t flash it. Might get you a man that appreciates your curves if you tried it,” she suggested. “C’mon s****r,” she added and motioned for Wendy to follow her. And then she trotted off toward the public restroom building that off to the edge of the playset area. Moments later the two walked inside the women’s restroom and stopped. “Here,” she said, pulling her t-shirt up and over her head. When she cleared her head from the garment she realized Wendy was standing only a foot or so from her near the sinks. Her eyes were firmly glued to her bare titties. “Whooo…titties,” she said and bounced up and down intentionally to make them wobble. “I’m pretty sure you’ve seen some before now. So here,” and she held her shirt out to Wendy. “Take it. Give me your sweater. We’ll swap and you can go slide and see what you think.” Wendy looked mortified but something twinkled in her eyes and one hand slowly reached for the shirt. “I don’t even know you,” she said as she laid the discarded shirt on the sink counter beside her. “You think I know you?” ... Tiffany countered. “I don’t believe in coincidences, s****r, let me tell you. You and me meeting today had a reason. We’re too much alike. And you needing a job…me having one…it’s just too damn cool, is it not?” “Are you a lesbian? I mean no offense if you are, I’m just wondering if you’re…ya’know…playing me like a dude or something.” Tiffany looked a little off guard and in fact, was… Something was a little off with Wendy and she realized the woman was ogling her tits as they stood there. The woman wasn’t a lesbian, but she certainly wasn’t above being turned on by another woman. “I would be lying if I said I had not played around. But I like dick. Obviously you know that from stud-muffin out there. He got that from his father,” she admitted. “I’d also be lying if I said I didn’t think you were gorgeous.” “I am a fat cow who still looks pregnant,” she countered, never taking her eyes off of Tiffany’s rack. “I lied about Roy,” she revealed. “It’s not him that’s all about fat girls,” she stated. “Where you think my son gets it from?” “WHAT?!” Wendy chirped, her eyes bugging. “Were they messing around up there? You came down and I just assumed they weren’t--” Tiffany busted out laughing. “Oh good grief no, but him and her were all googly smoogly up there talking and I hated to make them break it up. Nothing was hanging out though. If you’re paranoid, let’s do this and you can go climb up and look for yourself. “So you’re hitting on me then. Look I need a job more than sex--” she ...