Sweet Sherri

"Damn, you're a big girl!" Michelle giggled through thin breath as she looked up into Sherri's eyes. "Sure you didn't get any work done on that?"

"Uh-uh," Sherri replied in a sexual bliss. "That's all from my parents."

"Cool," Michelle said as she bounded up to her feet. "Want to see the body you're about to fuck?"

"Sure, why not?" Sherri smiled.

Michelle walked back, then turned to face her naked friend. First, she shucked her wifebeater, revealing a set of alabaster perky tits with long, brown nipples begging to be sucked. She then pulled off her track pants, kicing them off to reveal a set of surprisingly long legs, another tattoo on her ankles and what looked like a black thing. Finally, she turned around, revealing her tramp stamp and toned butt before bending over andpulling her panties off, showing her denuded cooch with a wink to Sherri.

"Enjoying the view?"

"Well, thanks to the tramp stamp, I know you're open for business."

"Glad to reveal," Michelle said as she stood up and looked over her shoulder. "Follow me to the bedroom. I'll loosen you up a bit, and you'll loosen me up a bit, if you get my meaning," she continued coquettishly.

Sherri scrambled for her backpack, remembering the condoms were in there, and following her to the bedroom...or bed, as much as it dominated the room. Chucking her bag on the side of the bed, she sat down on it while Michelle grabbed a few bottles from her dresser.

"I don't get it, Sherri. You're bigger than any strap I've ever taken, yet you're the one that's nervous."

"Really..."

"Ah relax, big girl. Lay down on the bed, and Auntie Michelle will take care of you."

"Yeesh. I'm light, but not that light," Sherri half-laughed into a pillow.

"Hush with your big ass," Michelle replied with a playful slap. She then uncapped the oil, poured about a silver dollar's worth in her palm, rubbed it between her hands, then placed one of each of Sherri's wrists.