Her tits bounced as she sat down. Dom's eyes strayed on them, staring. She stared back at him. She could tell from his expression what his dull mind was thinking: "Do I want to fuck or eat?"

Then he made his decision.

He ladled meat sauce over his spaghetti and tasted it, wrapping it around his fork and following it with a hunk of fresh bread. "Good stuff, Angie. Better'n usual."

She took a bite herself and watched him stuff food into his face. He was a sloppy eater, sauce dripping onto his chin, the pasta dribbling around his lips, and he didn't reach for his napkin. Angela closed her eyes as she answered. "I'm glad you like it, Dom."

There was silence for the rest of the meal. At last it was over. Angie quickly deposited the dishes in the sink and made for the bedroom. "I'd better hurry. I'll be late for class."

She pulled her leotard and slippers from the closet and unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a pair of swelling tits the size of grapefruits.

Her eyes fell on Dom in the mirror. He was licking his lips as he gazed at her huge, bare tits. His hand caressed his cock through his pants as he stared at the dark circles in their centers.

"Go on," he said.

Oh shit, Angela thought, tonight of all nights he wants to fuck!

"Dom, I'll be late."

"Go on!"

She undid the zipper at the side of her short skirt and let the cloth pool around her ankles. She wore no panties and the dark thatch that extended in a sweeping triangle from her navel, reaching toward her hips and diving between her thighs, didn't quite conceal the pinkness of her slit.

Dom leered. He reached down and pulled his dick out of his pants, then came up behind her and ran the huge cockhead up and down the crease of her ass.