I was reclining in a large leather arm chair in Mike, Sr.'s den trying to get my breathing and heart rate back to normal. My big bust still heaved a bit and my nipples were slightly engorged. Mike, Sr. was trying to do the same sort of recovery, only he was covering his massive man bulge with the morning newspaper. It would take the New York Times Sunday paper that's for sure. Big Mike and I had nearly been caught by my fiancé, his son, Mike, Jr., in the midst of my monumental orgasm as Mike, Sr. licked me off. I was starting to return to normal but I knew that Big Mike was still, well, BIG and that he probably would be for quite a while.