“Now I want to know what you like to do with them.”I did as instructed and saw that her eyes widened and she let out a small gasp as she saw my no... fully hard prick spring out in front of me. I pulled the knickers up. They came up to my waist and covered my erection completely.She removed her own jeans to reveal a very pretty little pair of primrose-coloured nylon panties, and then pulled off her tee-shirt and a matching bra came into view, which covered her modest tits.Next, she lay back on. “Ohhhhh….uunnhhh…Pete….unnhh..honey…unnhhh..that….unnhh…..was…uunnhhh….wond……unnnhh…wond…unnnhh…er…uunnhh….ful!!!” she stammered out between the jarring thuds of his attack as he fucked her.“Unhuhh” he mumbled, releasing her tits and taking hold of her hips, roughly pulling her pussy into him every time he slammed his cock back into the hot socket of her pussy.Basking in the warm, fuzzy afterglow of fulfillment, she spread her lovely legs apart wider and wider to accommodate him, taking him. I always took her a cup of tea in bed on Sunday mornings, with one for myself, and I sat in bed with her as we drank our tea. It gave me another opportunity to try to glimpse her breasts, and sometimes we’d snuggle together and I’d hug her to me, feeling the warmth of her body.Then, one Sunday morning, I carried the tray into her bedroom and put it down on the bedside table. As I did so, I noticed what looked like a dog-eared magazine lying on the floor beside the bed. Mum was lying on her. At least I was still a conscious being, one that could still hear and think. Jayne stepped in front of me and picked me up, placing me next to Jill. Just like her I was lowered onto a mannequin support rod. It was too tall for me so my feet didn't touch the carpet and yet I felt no pressure in my arse. Jayne swung me around on the rod so I was half facing the mirror and half facing the group. I glanced at myself in the mirror and could see the curves of my new feminine figure, the breasts.