All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life. If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that exists in the twenty-first century. Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but only if Big Tits acknowledgment of copyright and statement of limitation of use is included with the article. This story is copyright (c) 2019 by The Technician. Individual readers may archive and/or print single copies of this story for personal, non-commercial use. Production of multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly forbidden. The Friday Night Card Club has been a staple of life at the Westhill Country Club for over seventy years. The criteria for membership are simple. You have to be a member of the country blowjob club. You have to be invited to join. You have to handjob be a woman. And, most importantly, you have to be willing to abide by all of the rules of the Card Club. The first rule of Card Club is: NOBODY talks about Card Club. The Friday Night Card Club meets at the old club house located at what is now the back of the golf course. Before the interstate came through and cut off Country Club Road, that was the main entrance to the Westhill. Now there isn’t even a frontage road on that side of the property and all traffic comes in from the county highway on the north side. The highway department would have torn the clubhouse down, but it was far enough away from the road and close enough to the river that it ended up almost under the approaches to the new bridge but out of the way– and even out of sight– of the highway. That section of the river is no good for fishing, so nobody goes back there anymore. The oldest portion of the old building has been torn down, but the newer hall, which had been added to the old building, still remains and is sometimes rented out for special occasions... except on Friday nights. The second rule of Card Club is: NOTHING is more important than Card Club. Some of the women in the Card Club are very young– in their early twenties; some are older– thirty-nine and holding; but all bbw of them are rich... very rich... old money rich. And chubby their Friday night sessions are more than cards. She came hard, she looked like chubby she was in pain, wincing as she tried to make it through the intense sensation Big Tits without making noise. My tongue hung limply out of my mouth, a bit of drool sliding and mingling with the hairs on blowjob my chin. I had lied so that I could stare at her boobs for a while. After finishing washing and rinsing him off, she asked him to stand and she then uncovered her breasts and serviced his member. With my other hand I stroked her clit and she clamped her legs around my waist, urging me deep inside her every time I tugged the chain forward and her face pulled by her nose straightened out and her eyes met mine. When the spasms subsided a little she slowly spun around to face the marble floor, keeping the shaft deep inside of her, and resting her weight on her bosom. That was just a joke then.” 'Thank Heaven for small mercies,' his dad used to say. Nichole asks sweetly. Shes already almost as penetrated as shes ever been as she looks back and realizes shes still not even close to the wall. I started with a slow rhythmical push in and out of her. “I need you to tell me what happened.” Holding Mala in his steel like grip Roger's hands started caressing her back. “I wanna try! “Ehh, you weren’t that far from the truth. Tabby handjob extended her arms around Sams neck. “I was up all night, thinking about our date today.” She leaned over, letting her gargantuan breasts dangle over me. “My fingers wouldn’t keep to themselves.” She came over and looked at me. I slightly nodded my head giving her permission. “I said you need to, I didn't ask for an opinion “ she stood up and went to her room, I locked the house and went to her room, she was baked with a blue step on dildo, in her hand, she said come bbw on it will be fun. None of the mentioned above. Bend over that toilet. There was no pain, only an incredible feeling of being full as her muscles stretched, allowing the invader to enter her.