"It would probably be in my best interest if I stayed with you right now" Jack decided. Trish let out a seductive giggle and smiled. "Good, I'm glad. You look exhausted, though. Why don't you take a quick little nap, and I'll wake you when we're back at my house?". Jack quickly took her up on her offer. "That would be great. Got like a tissue box or something for me to sleep in?". Trish giggled. "No, no tissue box. I got something even better, though". Trish pulled back the neck of her shirt and revealed a dark blue bra, barely containing Trish's fleshy masses. Jack had to double-take.
"W-what? I'm not so sure about that" Jack said, flustered. Trish giggled again. "Then would you prefer this?" she pulled open the back of her skirt to reveal silky white panties. "Or, would you rather me hand you off to your good friend Maria?" Trish moved Jack over to Maria, who winked at him and whispered, "I'm always up for another round of roughhousing if you are, Jack". Jack quickly shook his head and retreated to Trish. "You know what, I think your first offer sounds the best to me. I'll take you for your word". Trish smiled. "That's what I thought, now hop in, Jackie! Your soothing slumber awaits".
Jack slid off of Trish's hand and gently landed on her right boob. He laid down and closed his eyes. "You know what," he thought, "this actually isn't that bad". But Jack wasn't able to relax for too long as instead of keeping Jack on her breast, Trish nudged him toward the crevice between the two of her boobs. "I didn't mean on top of them, silly. I meant in between. You'll be so much more snug and cozy in there" Trish chuckled. Jack hesitantly walked over to her cleavage and looked down. It looked awfully tight and dark. Jack was unable to move back, though, as Trish tripped him up and started pushing him into the deep trench that was her cleavage. Once he felt snug enough, Trish stopped pushing, but she couldn't even see his head because of how far down in between her boobs he was. Trish lightly laughed, then started conversation with Maria.
In the chasm of Trish's boobs, Jack didn't feel quite as tightly bound as he thought he would be. He had plenty of breathing room and was able to move his limbs pretty well. Trish was right, Jack was comfortable in there. After Trish had closed up her shirt, it was especially dark, but Jack didn't mind as he began to drift off to sleep with the rhythm of Trish's heart beat. He was awoken shortly thereafter, though, as Jack felt himself slipping further down into Trish's bra. He tried to grasp on one of the boobs next to him, but Trish's skin was too smooth. Unable to keep himself up, Jack kept slipping and slipping, until he reached the bottom of Trish's boobs and descended down her midsection. Jack looked down to see an inconsistency in Trish's belly, which was her belly button, but the other thing that caught more of his attention was the slight opening in Trish's skirt, which showed a passage into Trish's panties. Jack prayed that he wouldn't enter the dense forest of hair, but closed his eyes, unwilling to know what might happen to him.
Once Jack's descent ends, where is he?
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