The top is so soft and adjustable with ties behind my neck, in the front between my boobs, and in the back. I can adjust just how high I want my boobs...to point, how much enticing bounce I want, and how much side-boob I want to show. Soft cotton fabric cuddles my puffies nice and snug, showing off my big nipples, especially when they get hard. The shorts are a nice clingy flannel material with a tight abdomen but nice baggy leg openings and easy access up each thigh to my wet-spot generator. I. .lol... Once she'd gotten over the shock of my unannounced arrival, she slipped her hand back down the front of her skirt, started to rub herself over her panties, letting me watch. I just sat there on the end of the sofa, enjoying the view, I started to inch closer, hoping she wouldn't stop or tell me to back off. I then put my hand onto her leg, it felt so smooth as I started to run my hand up from her ankle to her knee, slowly pushing her skirt higher and higher. As I got nearer to her. . until she had given in to the impulse to lift her dress at the ATM.Another impulse was coming to her, a strong urge to close her lips around her son’s cock, to taste it, lick it, suck on it. It was a crazy desire, because Sarah had always felt revulsion for that when anyone ever mentioned such things. Women that allowed a man to put his cock in their mouths were sluts, whores, she told herself before. A man pissed out of that thing, how could any decent woman take it into her mouth? Yet that. I was disgusted by is depravity. Who were these people who worship long sense dead gods? I heard chanting, songs of 100’s of people whispering. I walk further ignoring my fears. I told myself that there was superstition. That none of these people worship a real god...for such things didn’t exist. I walk further and the music got louder. I heard them saying the name Shira...shira...over and over again. The sounds of foots steps were around me darting into the darkness. I shine my flashlight in.