HOMECOMING  Part 4 
by Pac - written for DTM / Amy's Conquest



"Hey, you're like some sort of con man!" Tammy yelled as she pulled off her
tight sweater.

Strains of 38 Special played in the background as Jack watched Tammy rise from
the table. She seemed to grow like a tree in time-lapse as she stood. He
half-expected her to hit her head on the ceiling.

"What do you mean?" asked Jack glancing at Cameron and Helen, then back up at
Tammy's imposing height above him as he sat at the table of his RV.

He watched the sweater rise higher and higher as she pulled it up her long,
toned arms and then down to cover her healthy young chest. Her upper body was
just spectacular. Cameron and Jack watched in silence as more of her flawless
skin came into view. She was wearing a red satin bra, and cast a smug glance
at Cameron, then Jack, as they focused on her stunning body. Firm, toned, and
incredibly curvaceous for such a tall woman, she gave the men a quick look at
her curves, then placed the sweater teasingly over her front, relishing the
look of disappointment on the men's faces.

Helen watched Jack's reaction, her face neutral. Tammy had that effect on
guys. She'd keep her eye on Tammy's antics, though, in case she decided to
push the tease a little too far. They'd been down that road before.

Tammy smiled inwardly at the guys' reactions; she knew Helen had her eye on
Jack and, behind her placid fa'ade, was watching events unfold with what Tammy
called her "no-nonsense" look. As tempted as the tall redhead was, she knew
she couldn't push things. The last time she and Helen squabbled over a man,
nobody won, and the collateral damage was substantial.

An incurable tease, Tammy had already set out to snare Cameron. She watched
him fidget earlier in the game when she tested his reaction: stretching her
arms upward and thrusting out her chest in a fake yawn. She knew she had him
hooked, but felt like taking her time reeling him in. She wanted to make Jack
sweat a little first. The vamp in her couldn't help but tease him, but just a
little so Helen didn't get pissed off. No point in ruining what looked to be a
fun night.

*************

After leaving Mike and Katie, Jack and Cameron had met her friends for lunch,
then invited the girls to Jack's RV to drink and chat as a prelude to starting
the official tailgating festivities. Tammy had shown up for their lunch date
dressed to impress, the exact opposite of Helen's rather concealing garb. She
carried a purse the size of a shopping bag, and had, foolishly in Helen's
opinion, decided to wear a pair of four inch high heels. Helen, always the
pragmatist, stated the wet grass near the football stadium would make her
heels sink in and probably dump her on her ass. She rebutted by saying she
didn't plan on spending much time outside the RV anyway.

Unlike Tammy, Helen had been good company: very willing to help Jack set up
the grill, get the food out of the RV and into an ice chest, then amazed him
by easily picking up the full chest and setting it in place near the grill.
Jack had figured he would have to get Cameron to help him lug it, but she
seemed to do it almost as an afterthought. He began to wonder what exactly
Helen was hiding under those clothes.

Shaking off the surprise, he continued with his tailgating ritual. Jack
figured he could start grilling once Mike and Katie arrived, but the way Mike
was behaving around Katie, he and Cameron would most likely have plenty of
time to make passes at Katie's roommates. Over the course of the afternoon, he
found himself increasingly attracted to Helen's fun personality, but felt a
little guilty about Helen's age. She had seemed interested from the moment he
asked for her number. She didn't initiate anything on her own though, seeming
to want Jack to make the first move. He was fine with that. Shyness was not in
his DNA.

Shortly after the ice chest was set next to the grill, Jack had broke out the
liquor and did a few courage-building shots secretly with Cameron, but soon
was doing them with Katie and Helen together. He knew Cameron would need the
liquid courage to make a pass at Tammy, but was curious to see if the girls
had a tolerance or not. They didn't disappoint. Both of them seemed to shrug
off a few shots of 1800 A#ejo, and, as eager as he was to return to his
remembered college glory days of drinking with them, he decided not to push it
too soon. Jack had a pleasant fire in his belly from doing half a dozen shots
with the girls, but wanted his wits about him with Helen, who he was becoming
excited about, overcoming his initial guilt. He begged off Cameron's
participation in the rounds of shots, explaining he wasn't a liquor drinker.
Cam definitely owed Jack one for keeping him sober. The prospect of landing
ultra-sexy Tammy would take all of his wits.

Jack's RV was a big bus-sized monster, dubbed a "luxury RV", complete with a
full-sized table with wrap-around bench seating and partitions between the
bedroom and galley kitchenette. One of the reasons he chose the RV was because
the table was the perfect size for a group to play drinking games. Despite the
juvenile premise, Jack enjoyed the old nostalgic college games immensely. He
was surprised when Helen talked Tammy into a game of quarters, one of his
favorites, but was flabbergasted when she upped the ante by requiring everyone
who missed their shot to both drink and take off an article of clothing.

Nothing could have prepared Jack for the game. Helen was quickly down to bra
and panties, having shed her shoes and socks in the first two rounds. Poor
Cameron, as bad at the game as Helen, was in a tank top and his boxer briefs.
All of Jack's hard work at keeping him sober was gone as he watched his
friend's eyes move from Tammy to Helen, totally obvious in his drunken state.
Tammy, the most skilled opponent, was finally down to her bra (the reason for
her bickering), but still had on her insanely tight stretch pants. Jack, in
true hard-drinking college guy form, had yet to lose an article of clothing.

*************

"I think you had this whole thing planned to get us both naked," Tammy
continued, approaching Jack and looking down at him with a wry smile. "Do you
troll other college campuses? There aren't any hidden cameras are there?"

"What are you talking about? This was Helen's idea!" he said,
uncharacteristically flustered. He was now worried that maybe these girls
weren't old enough to be in his RV, drinking his beer. He hadn't bothered to
ask their ages. "This was supposed to be a tailgate until 'strip quarters' was
suggested."

He looked helplessly at Helen. She looked sympathetically back at him, then at
Tammy with irritation.

"I'm starting to think you might have whispered the idea into her ear, now
that she's had a few drinks in her," Tammy said, glancing again at Cameron as
she moved her sweater briefly from where she held it over her chest.

She watched Cameron's eyes grow wider as he drank in her shapely figure. Her
nipples began to harden from his attention ... and from making Jack squirm.
The excitement grew until she realized she went too far.

"Oh, shut up, Tammy," Helen said, not sounding inebriated in the slightest.
"If you don't want to play, then quit. Stop being a sore loser because Jack's
kicking your ass. As much as you show off your body, who do you think you're
fooling?"

She turned her head toward Jack.

"Ignore her. She's just trying to get a rise out of you."

Knowing she'd reached the limit of Helen's patience, Tammy faked a pout, then
sat back down and slid closer to Cameron in her seat.

"I know Helen's uptight, but I was hoping you guys would be more fun," she
whispered seductively as she leaned down to Cameron's ear. She let her right
breast drag over his sizable arm, feeling him tense in reaction. "You're not
uptight, are you? I was hoping this would be a good tailgate. I'm even
enjoying 'strip quarters'. I couldn't help but tease Jack a little, but he
seems as uptight as Helen."

Cameron, feeling the effects of the combination of shots and beer, let out a
laugh. "Jack uptight?" he said, his voice tipsy. "He's about as not-uptight as
it gets. I think you have him worried you're going to call the cops or
something. Tammy, he's also as far from a perv as it gets. He won't try
seducing Helen until way later."

Jack flushed at Cameron's loud comment and Helen laughed.

"Hey, no seducing here today," he said, sneaking a guilty look at Helen with a
smile on his lips. "This is a seduction-free game of strip quarters."

Helen looked at Jack with a twinkle in her eye at his stolen glance. Her
normal inhibitions had slipped away with the A#ejo, and she caught herself
thinking how cute Jack was when he was embarrassed. His intense scrutiny of
her, now that she was so scantily clad, boosted her confidence. It was time to
step things up a notch.

"Jack, I think you're going to end up seducing Cameron at the rate he's
fading," Helen said conspiratorially, leaning toward him.

She was extremely well-endowed, and her huge bra-covered breasts dropped
heavily onto the table, tipping her beer glass. Jack's hand shot out and
caught it. His fingers grazed her generous bosom, as she had planned. She felt
a surge of excitement from the contact.

"Whoa! Sorry, Helen; I didn't mean to cop a feel," he said jerking his hand
back quickly and slopping beer over the table.

"Hey, relax. I know it was an accident," she said, reaching for the glass and
brushing her hand over his. "Tammy's being her typical drama queen self. If
she's not the center of attention, she figures the world is out of alignment.
Impressive reflexes, though, Jack, with as much as you've drunk already. Oh,
and sorry about the beer. These darn things have a mind of their own sometimes
and they're always knocking stuff over. Maybe I should slow down a bit,
myself. At this rate, I might not make it to the game."

Jack thought that not making it to the game wouldn't be such a bad thing, if
there was an alternative. Since she had talked about them, He couldn't help
but glance at Helen's breasts as they slowly rose off the table, and then
quickly to her amused face. She didn't seem drunk in the least, but she was
getting flirty. He liked that. His inhibitions about her age disappeared along
with her clothes. Alcohol, he thought, the great matchmaker.

Helen gave her boobs a shake to draw Jack's eyes back down, noting with
pleasure they had completely distracted him from Tammy's nonsense. She smiled
as a dreamy look fleetingly crossed his face. She was eager to try out the bed
in Jack's big beautiful RV.

"Yeah, I could see how they could get in the way," Jack said, distracted, then
looked up to see the carnal gleam in her eye.

Jack had been chatting Helen up most of the day: first at breakfast, then by
cell afterward, and then in person once they got together. She definitely
seemed interested, and he knew right away she was impressed by the RV. He
figured he could have Helen if he wanted her, and now that he was aware of her
huge endowment, he definitely wanted her as well.

Early on, Jack was eager to get Tammy to start stripping, for obvious reasons,
but he quickly realized that she was so beyond high maintenance that she was
quickly dismissed as nothing but eye candy. He was, however, stunned when
Helen took her clothes off. In addition to being witty and having a biting
sense of humor similar to his, she was unbelievably stacked. She was short,
and her face a little on the plain side, especially when compared to the
stunning Tammy, but where Tammy was built like a super-tall bikini model,
Helen's upper body was thickly built. The most impressive thing about her,
though, was how her upper body tapered to a surprisingly narrow waist, flaring
dramatically to very generous hips and a big round ass that set his pulse
racing. Jack's interest in Tammy had waned when Helen pulled off her shirt,
but vanished after seeing Helen in her panties. He was expecting a bookish,
flabby girl, but was thrilled to find she was built more like an extremely
busty soccer player: not ripped like Katie, but extremely fit. He began to
flirt in earnest with her, turning on his disarming charm, and turning off the
"guy attitude" that most women found irritating. Tammy didn't seem pleased by
the shift in his attention, and tried her moody stunt.

Realizing he had drifted off into his own thoughts, he caught himself gazing
longingly at Helen's chest. She looked expectantly at him, like she had been
waiting for him to continue the game or make some sort of move.

Tammy seemed to have written Jack's attentions off, and was now focused on
Cameron, whispering something in his ear that made him laugh nervously. The
poor guy was looking like a lost child, totally out of his league. Hopefully
he wouldn't go all shy on her like he sometimes did. As buff and handsome as
he was, it always amazed Jack he was always the wallflower of their little
group. He couldn't worry about that now. Tammy seemed to be into him, so he
figured what happened, happened. He needed to focus on the super-curvy Helen.

Jack looked back to Helen, who watched him intently. He needed to get her
alone.

"Maybe you're right, Helen, maybe we should all take a break," he said, noting
her brief disappointed expression, "Poor Cam's about had it, and it's still
two hours to game time. I should brew him up some coffee, so he doesn't end up
as hung over as last night. Want to help?"

"Sure," she said, squirming around under the table as she pulled her pants on,
then rising majestically from the bench and pulling her shirt up over her
head.

Jack paused to admire her massive outthrust chest while she put on her shirt.
She knew Jack was watching, and she wanted him to see just what he was
suggesting she put away. She looked down to see his wistful expression fade
quickly as he noticed her watching him. He rose from his seat a moment later,
and Helen glanced down at his pants. She thought she noticed a bit of a bulge,
but it was less than she had hoped. He must have subtly rearranged himself
under the table.

He took her hand and led her to the kitchenette, pleasing her with the
intimate contact.

"Coffee's up there," he said, pointing to one of the overhead cabinets. "I'll
get the water."

She smiled.

"No problem," she said, knowing he wanted to see her reach for it.

She stood on her tiptoes and reached up to the cabinet, making a show of
stretching. Her chest was so full she actually pushed the microwave back a few
inches on the counter as she pressed into it. Jack barely noticed as he tried
to catch a glimpse of her extremely curvy ass, but the loose-fitting pants she
wore daunted him. They HAD to go.

"Oops," she said, looking over at him as she pulled down the coffee. "See what
I mean?"

Now that Jack had showed interest, she seemed to enjoy showing them off. They
were so spectacular, no wonder, he thought.

"Yeah," he said, realizing what she had done intentionally. "Maybe I should
make the coffee. I wouldn't want you to wreck my RV."

"Ha! If it was Katie doing that, she would have shoved your microwave through
the wall, then overcompensated and smashed the counter behind her with her
butt. At least I'm not that bad. Of course, she wouldn't have to practically
jump to get into the cabinet."

Jack thought about wanting her to smash something of his with her butt, but it
wasn't his counter.

"I'm sure Mike won't mind if she breaks a few things here and there," Jack
said, reaching for the coffee. "And there's nothing wrong with being short.
Hell, I'm always the shortest guy in this crew of bozos. But what I lack in
height I make up for in... charm."

He pulled at the coffee, but Helen's arm didn't budge. She held Jack's arm at
bay for a moment, then decided to make her move. She held onto the coffee as
Jack pulled more strongly, and her chest collided with his. He stumbled,
off-balance, and was surprised at how forcefully her huge chest crashed into
him. He wasn't expecting her to be nearly as heavy as she was. She caught him
around the waist and held tightly onto him to keep him on his feet. Her
abundance pressed into him, nearly bending him backward.

"Oops," she said, looking down at Jack as he practically hung in her arms.
"Clumsy me."

"It's okay," Jack said, enjoying the intimacy. "Your, um, equipment, cushioned
the blow. Coffee spilled, though."

Helen surprised Jack by dragging him easily across the floor. Her feet
crunched over the coffee grounds as she carried him in front of her. She
lifted him to his feet as his back touched the fridge, and pressed into him
surprisingly strongly, her breasts covering his entire chest. Jack felt a bit
of a struggle to draw a breath. She was really huge!

"Sorry about the coffee, Jack," she said breathily, rubbing her breasts
against him. "They do get in the way, don't they?"

"Hardly," he replied, less smoothly than he would have liked. "I think they're
in just the right place."

She took his hands and placed them on her breasts. They were so big he had no
trouble finding a place to hold on, despite being squashed into his chest. He
figured she was proportionally as big as the gigantic Katie, bosom-wise...
maybe even more so, considering the height difference.

"Now so are your hands," she said, thrusting out her chest so forcefully she
probably would have knocked Jack off his feet if she wasn't pressing him into
the fridge. As it was, her surging breasts pressed up so hard on him he
thought his feet were going to leave the floor!

She gave a low chuckle, and craned her neck forward to meet his eager lips.
Jack kneaded her huge boobs through the bra and let out a moan of pure sexual
frustration as they kissed. It had been months since his ex- had started their
nasty divorce, and he had been so pent up with angst over it he wasn't his
usual flirtatious self, either at the company he owned, or out and about. It
had been months before that when the sex had stopped.

"You have the most incredible body ever!" he moaned as he played expertly with
Helen's massive boobs.

She stepped back from where she was crushing him into the fridge and let him
fondle her, loving his practiced touch. She had a momentary feeling of
inferiority, considering who her two friends and roommates were, then realized
that Jack was being completely and unabashedly honest, not just settling for
her as option number three. She could tell he wasn't playing her from the tone
of his voice and the way his hands trembled as they caressed her massive
breasts. He seemed frustrated at not being able to cup them both in his hands,
and finally switched both hands to her left breast. Helen arched her back
proudly, and Jack's went wide.

"Jesus, I can't even get both hands around one of them... they're astounding!"
he gasped as he worked his hands quickly around and made short work of the
clasp of her big utilitarian bra.

"I don't get many complaints," she said, closing her eyes as she savored his
hands on her.

Helen beamed at his compliments, and puffed out her chest proudly, loving his
amazed look. She had always been proud of her big chest; that was until she
met Katie. She frequently felt insignificant compared to her best friend, but
Katie was so kind and unassuming that Helen never felt looked down upon, and
knew any hang-ups were all in her head. The same couldn't be said for Tammy,
who looked down upon everyone, literally and figuratively.

"Well you sure won't from me!" Jack said, the tone of awe still in his voice.
He took hold of the hem of her shirt. "May I?"

"Please," she said demurely.

Jack eased her shirt up over her head, and moved his face in while the shirt
still had her hands held up over her head, kissing her neck, then working his
way down to her full chest, holding her massive breasts in his hands as he
did. Helen tossed her shirt aside, and moaned as his lips traced over her
skin. It had been some time since she'd been with a guy, and he had nowhere
near Jack's skill at pleasing a woman.

"I'm glad you approve," she said, unable to keep the thrill out of her voice.
"They like your attention. Want to see what really does it for them?"

She pulled her bra off quickly, watching Jack's reaction. He was surprised how
little they dropped as the bra came away, until he saw a pair of equally
impressive pecs flex. As she shucked the bra straps off her shoulders, her
breasts jumped right out of his hands as he cupped them! She took the breast
he had last been kissing and pulled the big nipple up to her lips, running her
tongue over it slowly, and gushed with excitement as Jack's eyes nearly rolled
back into his head from her display. She tweaked her nipple, pulling on it
lightly, and noted with satisfaction that they perked up even more hugely.
Jack was actually salivating as he watched her, and she noticed that the front
of his pants was now straining from his excitement. Now that was more like it.

"Why don't you get a little more comfortable, Jack?" she drawled, looking down
at his pants.

"Wha- oh!" he said, realizing he was mesmerized watching Helen's breasts
heaving with her excited breaths.

He dropped his pants quickly, not bothering to take off his shirt, and Helen
was pleased that he was so aroused by her. She was wondering if he'd been
turned off by her thick thighs and big butt, but he was obviously enjoying her
so far. She figured she'd test that before she got too carried away. It would
be a close thing, though, as excited as she was by Jack's effusive praise.
Even if he didn't like her big butt, she could still shove her boobs in his
face and take his mind off it.

"Maybe I should lose mine, too," she said, and turned slightly as she bent,
pulling her pants and panties slowly down her shockingly thick thighs. They
tensed with her excitement, and she heard Jack's breath catch as he watched.

"You've got one hell of a body, Helen, just incredible!" he said. "Why weren't
more women built like you when I was in college?"

He couldn't help himself, and he ran his hand down her back as she finished
dropping her pants to her ankles. She started at his touch, then felt her
insides tingle as his hand ran down the small of her back and fondle her big
round ass. She stood again and watched his expression, gauging if he was
attracted to her curvaceous butt, or just what Tammy called her "epic boobs".

"What a body!" he kept exclaiming, seemingly to himself, and Helen watched his
mesmerized eyes as he ran both hands over the generous swell of her buns.

Jack suddenly dropped to his knees and ran both hands around her hips to feel
her ass. His head disappeared from sight, as he pressed his face into her trim
belly, covering it in kisses.

"Ohhh," Helen moaned, as Jack rubbed her ass while he raised his head up to
kiss the undersides of her breasts. She couldn't see Jack's lips, but could
feel them tracing over skin, burning like fire with every touch.

He really knew what he was doing, she thought to herself, and regretted
thinking he would just be an easy lay and not that he'd be a great one as
well. That thought vanished in an instant as he made his way around the
underside of her breast and took one of her swollen nipples into his mouth. As
thick as her body was, he had to be stretched to arm's length to reach her
nipple. He didn't let go of her ass, though.

She simply loved that he couldn't stop touching her butt. It had always been a
sore point for her that it was so full and round, like two huge balls in her
jeans. It got even worse once she met Katie, and she always tried to disguise
it with skirts and baggy pants, not that much helped. The pants she had just
shed were her most concealing and she felt a momentary pang of nervousness now
that they were off her. It disappeared quickly as Jack increased his attention
on her curvy rear.

"Wow, you really love my big ass!" she gushed, as Jack managed to pull his
lips and hands away from her long enough to look up at her.

"I thought you dressed down because you didn't have a nice body, but holy hell
was I shocked! You are so stacked I don't think there's a word for your figure
in the dictionary, Helen. Damn woman, you've got it all!"

Jack could tell at lunch that Helen was envious of Tammy, for what he thought
at the time were obvious reasons, but he was utterly blown away by her
outrageous curves. He felt compelled to reassure her that she had nothing to
worry about. He loved big asses, always had, but was so stunned when he first
grabbed two big handfuls that his hands didn't sink into it at all that he
nearly fell over. She was really buff!

He tried guiding her around, surprised at how hard it was to get her to move.
She came out of her cloud of arousal and realized he was trying to turn her As
she went along with his hands, he marveled at the shape of her perfectly round
butt, and began to rub his hands over one curvy cheek, then the other, loving
how far it projected out behind her.

"Mind it I give it a little slap?" he asked, and, blushing, she nodded.

He cracked her ass much harder than he had planned in his enthusiasm, and his
eyes went wide as he realized how much his palm stung afterward. It didn't
move at all!

"Jesus Christ!" he moaned. "I don't believe it!"

She looked around, concerned.

"What?" she asked, worried he saw something he didn't like.

"Your ass is so firm my hand stings! Listen to me: I'm so turned on I'm
gushing like a damn kid! Helen, why the hell do you hide this work of art?"

She looked down at him, thinking for a moment he was teasing her until she saw
his awestruck expression.

"Be... because it's huge!" she stammered. "It doesn't look right because I'm
so short."

"What?" he cried, shocked. "Who the hell ever said that to you? I'll punch
them in the mouth! You've got the most perfect ass I've ever seen, and it's so
damn firm! Jesus! I thought when I saw you pull your pants down it would be
jiggling all over the damn place... not that I don't love that, mind you...
but, Jesus, it's so... Helen...!"

He paused, looking up at her skeptically.

"You really think this thing wouldn't drive just about any man on the planet
out of his mind with lust? Are you kidding? Don't you ever watch MTV? Big
butts are fucking hot as hell! It's skinny girls like your self-absorbed
friend that put this shit in your head, isn't it? She's just jealous she
doesn't have a killer ass like this. You can see her burn with jealousy every
time she looks at you! I kept wondering why, but ... holy shit, Helen!"

Helen was stunned by the entire fawning admission from Jack, and was
embarrassed that he was rubbing her butt reverently as he spoke to her, but it
felt so good to believe his words... and his hands felt wonderful on her
skin....

"It is a crime that you aren't proud of this masterpiece. Hell, girl, you've
got such a smokin' bod I'm can't believe you don't flaunt it like crazy! You'd
have half the campus chasing you around if guys saw your insane curves.
Probably half the women, too!"

Helen laughed nervously. Was he serious?

"You're teasing me, aren't you?" she said hesitantly.

He cast such a shocked look at her she was shocked in turn.

He jumped up, surprising Helen, and took her hand.

"Come here," he said, struggling to pull her forward into the front of the RV.
He quickly grabbed a remote control from a holster on the wall and pressed a
button, and Helen watched, amazed, as shades dropped on all of the windows in
the front.

"Wow," she said, watching the windows obscure. "This thing is crazy."

"Yeah, it's my house," he said. "Why own a run-down piece of crap house that
stays put? This thing cost as much as a house, but the beauty is I can take it
with me. Anyway, quit changing the subject, come here."

He pulled her in front of the door to the closet, in front of the full-length
mirror that hung on it. He turned her in profile to the mirror.

"Look at you!" he said, the awe apparent in his voice. "That is only the most
incredible set of buns I have ever seen. You CAN'T hide your perfect ass
anymore, Helen. It's like a crime against nature or something! I mean,
seriously."

Jack again dropped to his knees and, looking around her thick thighs, watched
in the mirror as his hand traced over the amazing curve of her ass, starting
underneath where it stood straight out from her body, then running his hand up
over the generous round swell of the fullest part, ending with his hand
cupping the small of her back.

"Jesus, I can't stop touching it!" he said in awe, and Helen's smile beamed
even as she blushed. "I can't stop looking at it, either. It's so fucking
incredible. All of you is, Helen! I can see you don't think you're as hot as
Tammy, but you blow her out of the water! Trust me, nobody wants a stuck up
girl like that. Cameron will put up with it for a little while, but he'll
bail. I know him. Guys want someone who's as into them as they are into her.
You are so down to earth and modest... and that, Helen, is sexy. That, and
this killer body!"

He abruptly stopped touching her and hopped to his feet.

"You know, maybe I should just shut the hell up. I'm probably giving you a big
head... now you'll know you can wrap guys around your little finger with that
world-class equipment."

Jack crunched up his face into a comic scowl as she looked at him, laughing,
her face red.

"Oh, the look on your face! I'm debauching your innocence! Oh, the humanity!
I'm such a dirty old man!" Jack said, as he cackled and hunched over like a
comic-opera villain, chasing Helen around trying to pinch her butt as she
laughed. She swatted at his hands, but as hard as her ass was, he only managed
to run his fingers over the surface.

After a brief romp, Helen, her face bright red, turned and pushed Jack
playfully away from her.

"Knock it off, Jack, you idiot," she laughed as she shoved him, then froze.

Without meaning to, Helen shoved Jack so hard that he shot across the RV and
landed forcefully into the couch behind him on the opposite side. He hit with
enough force to rock the entire RV side to side on its shock absorbers. She
had a moment of panic as she realized what she'd done. It had been so long
since she'd played around like that with a guy, she forgot her own strength.

"Oh... shit! I'm sorry Jack! Are you okay?"

Jack sat for a moment, stunned, then sprang up from the couch in a flash and
frantically attacked Helen's mouth with his. She was so surprised that she
stumbled back into the closet door, which cracked loudly from the impact, and
Jack collided with her huge boobs as he frantically sought her lips. He leapt
up and wrapped his legs around her small waist, and kissed her so passionately
that she was left gasping.

"What... what was that for?" she asked, surprised, barely realizing he was
clinging tightly to her with his legs as he ran his hands all over her.

"You really DO have it all!" he moaned, and Helen was so distracted by his
advance that she didn't think to ask what he meant as she succumbed to his
skilled touch and urgent mouth.

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