"Of course, Ricky." Karen felt her nipples grow even stiffer as she held the door open for him. "Have a seat on the couch while I get my purse."

Ricky sat nervously on the edge of the couch cushion when she returned with her handbag, with his legs crossed in a futile attempt to hide his upthrust hard-on. Karen saw his eyes rivet to her chest as she returned to the living room, following the jello-like wiggle of her huge tits as she moved.

"Five-fifty, isn't that right, Ricky?" She smiled and handed him the money. "But I wish I'd known you were coming today. I was just going to the bank, and I don't have a thing for your tip."

"Oh, that's okay." Ricky grinned sheepishly, trying to keep his gaze off her body. Karen smirked, feeling she could practically read his mind. He was probably dying to go home and beat off to thoughts of her figure.

"No, it's not okay, Ricky," Karen said softly. "You've been a very good paperboy for us this month. You always put the paper in one of those little sacks when it rains, and you always throw it right on the stoop. I've got to give you something."

And with that she pulled off her top and tossed it to the floor, revealing her mammoth tits.

"Jesus Christ!" Ricky gasped.

"What's the matter, Ricky? Don't you like looking at my titties?" Karen asked evenly, stepping close. "You know you've been staring at them ever since I opened the door. Aren't they big, Ricky? Look at how stiff and red my nipples are. You'd like to suck them, wouldn't you? Just like a little boy."

Ricky could only gape at her, as his cock throbbed wildly in his jeans. With her pussy creaming in her shorts, Karen knelt on the floor before the couch and pushed his thighs apart. Impatiently her fingers fumbled with the zipper of his pants.

"But first I want to suck something you've got, lover," she said huskily. "Have you ever had your dick sucked, Ricky? I'll bet you'll like it a lot better than a lousy fifty-cent tip."