I rubbed my thumbs over her hard nipples and she rubbed her thumb over my tiny slit wetting her thumb with my pre-cum. I suggested that she scotch bac... on the bed and get comfortable. As she did she placed that thumb in her mouth and smiled.I looked at her breasts as they held their shape, my wife’s breasts would look like two fried eggs in that position. I had to ask, “Are they real?” To which she replied, “Yes.”As I moved in between her legs they opened up gracefully. She had a nice patch of. At least the telephone call had been between her and her mum and Becky hadn’t heard it but she knew that she would have to speak to her mum about this before Becky did. Susan had a flood of thoughts buzzing around her head. She knew her mum wouldn’t spank her as she had made it very clear yesterday and had encouraged her to let Becky spank her because she knew how it was helping Sarah. She also knew that Sarah looked so favourably on Becky spanking her because she was such a responsible young. Unlike daughters it was obvious she trimmed her pubic hair. Soon all four women were floating on their backs.Anne’s pussy juice leaked into the pool and being naked was just not enough. Despite the inner conflict in her mind she wanted to see and feel Thom’s erection. She was trying hard to think of how to do it. Finally she said; “Don’t be shy Thom, come closer.”I only hesitated for a second before swimming closer to the four women. Mrs. Wayland beckoned me towards her. She cupped her breasts. .all...ALL I SEE ARE TWO OF THE BEST TITS IN THE WORLD!" she screamed and hugger her chest. Candy had just had a revelation. She was Candy. She wasn't the "old" Candy. She was Candy. Just because, Candy, Ernie, Jim, or whoever that asshole was, used to be a whore, didn't mean Candy had to be a whore! So, what would Candy do? "I'll get my fucking life back, that's what I'll do" she muttered to herself as she sat back on the bed.How could she get her life back? First, she would have to.