"I've been dreaming about you ever since I decided to come back to New York," he said.

"Let's go to bed."

"You know I can't refuse you. I never could," Susan said.

As they walked into the bedroom, Clark watched her ass switching back and forth in her tight skirt. He had always loved that firm high ass. And now he was going to get another chance to fondle it.

Standing beside the bed, they kissed again. Then, holding each other tightly, they let themselves topple over onto the bed. When they stopped bouncing, Clark took a tit into his hand again. But he only held it for a few seconds before he abandoned it to unbutton her blouse.

"Oh, Clark, I can't believe you're really here. I thought I'd never see you again."

"I'm here, all right," he said as he slipped his hand into her opened blouse.

Susan never wore a bra, so his hand was suddenly full of her bare tit. Its swollen warmth made Clark gasp. The glory of fucking this lusty chick was becoming real again. For two years now, she had only been a memory.

Opening the blouse wider, Clark uncovered both her round, ample jugs. After looking down at them for a moment, appreciating their huge whiteness and the dark brown nipples at the tip of each one, he lowered his face to the warm valley between them.

The feminine odor of Susan's body filled his head. As he kissed and licked her breastbone, the tits on either side of his face brushed over his cheeks and ears. Then he kissed his way up the mountains of softness until he reached the summit. There, he took a stiff nipple into his mouth.

"Oh, how I love to have my tits sucked, Clark," Susan whispered. "And you're as good as ever. M-m-m-m."

Clark was holding the tip of her tit in his mouth, running his tongue around the big gum drop of a nipple. Then he squeezed it between his tongue and the roof of his mouth.

It wasn't easy to stop sucking those tits, but he had to get undressed.