Ann Fulfills His Fantasy.

"I just...I just think about you all the time," the young man whispers, "and this is the closest I ever get to the perfect woman...you."

Ann blushes a little bit, then grins.

"You're a naughty, naughty boy," she tells him, "but then...I suppose we ought to do something about this."

Ann is still stroking him and moves against him, pressing her huge breasts against his chest.

"Would you like to kiss me?" she asks forthrightly.

"Yes," he says.

"You may," she tells him.

He leans forward and kisses her lips. Yes, this is just what Ann was wanting. She kisses back and finds he's wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, and deepening the kiss.

"Would you like to fuck me?" she asks him.

"More than anything," he gasps.