I suggest you read part 1, but it's not necessary.
With an embarrassed shrug, Sondra stepped around the table, moving toward me.
"I had this whole thing worked out. What I would say to you and how The Girls told me what fun you had."
As she walked, her breasts drooped in a way that made her delicate pink nipples point directly at me. The blonde hair covering her pussy was matted and wet.
"I wanted that kind of fun, too. But I was nervous because I'm so ... well ... fat. I didn't know if you'd want me."
She stopped less than an arm's length away.
"Then Tom called and ruined everything."
"Did he?" Her eyes flicked down to where I was still stroking my cock. "Seems to me he just kick-started the fun; by-passed all the preamble and nervousness."
I lifted my other hand to cup her cheek. "I think you're a beautiful woman, Sondra. And that performance on the phone, talking to Tom but really for my benefit, was the sexiest thing I've ever seen; much less been a part of."
She lifted my hand from her face, then inhaled the fragrance of her pussy on my fingers.
"It was fun, wasn't it?" She stuck out her tongue to lick my fingers, then slid them into her mouth. Our eyes locked, I felt her sucking three fingers, letting her tongue slide between them, seeking every leftover drop.
I smiled as I removed the fingers from her mouth and offered the other hand as replacement. When both hands were wet with saliva, I scooped a huge breast in each hand, lifting them and letting my thumbs play across her nipples.
