Susie’s “boobs” really amounted to nothing more than glorified nipples. Xxnx And I think that I ended up doing a very good job of that, if I do say so myself. Those “special” panties were destined to go back to my house permanently–and to never ever see the inside of a washing machine again–so that they could “live out their existence” as one of my “masturbation tools” of choice, for many years to come (I even made sure to always store those precious soiled panties of hers sealed up tightly in a plastic freezer bag, in order to preserve as much of Susie’s pussy-smell as possible, for as long as I possibly could). I went out places with them, ate meals with them, and so forth.
