I’m pretty well known around my hometown for being a bit of a goer. My tits are the stuff of legend and all the lads want a piece of me. I remember a gang of us going camping last year, a friend of a friend, Micky, came along with his girlfriend. She was mad jealous of my massive tits, I could just tell.
My last job was at an office complex in the Sunderland area. I went in early one weekend to catch up on some reports. Since my divorce I’d thrown myself into my work. The thing is, I’d woken so horny that morning, but hadn’t had time to play as I was so focused on getting to work.
I used to babysit for this couple just outside of Leicester. The husband was fit, the wife was a total bitch. She made a comment about my weight one night that was way out of line.
My huge tits really are a thing of beauty. They get attention everywhere I go. I remember going to West Wittering beach last summer with a few friends, all day the guys and even a few of the girls, stared at my tits in my skimpy bikini.
I was fucking a married guy for a while. He was young, fit, with a boring, trophy with. He had a penchant for flabby, older women and for a while he couldn’t get enough of my hot, granny pussy.
I holidayed with a few friends on a Greek Island last summer. It was a nice change from the hustle and bustle of London town. On my last night there I just couldn’t sleep, it was so damn hot.