I wanted to go through the ceiling, it was so damned good.Then she came off the back of the seat and let me pull away her sweater. She hunched a shoul...er and let me draw off her bra, hunched the other and let me take it off all the way. When that was done, she leaned back again and let me see those adorable knockers. I slobbered just to kiss them. Beautiful jugs. Tremendous orbs. They were like something a great sculptor might carve; absolutely perfect. No sag; nothing but firm, solid flesh.. Taking a deep breath and trying to control myself, despite the pussy-tingling sensation, I managed to sputter, “I’ll have the grilled steak and blue cheese salad.” “Great choice, and for you, Sir?” He asked, turning to Jason. With the waiter turned away from me, Jason deftly increased the intensity on the vibrator while his fingers reached my very wet panties. I involuntarily moaned a low “Ahhhhhhhhh” and the waiter turned to look again at me. “Whew, is it warm in here or is it just me?” I. "You walked in on them in bed?" They weren't in bed - they were in front of the fireplace and I justwanted to get my Tiger Beat that I'd left on the TV set and I walked inand saw them.... doing it. Sort of." Oh." Sort of? How can you do it `sort of'?"Anyway, my dad got really mad and told me I was a peeking tom and momgot even madder and wouldn't talk to me." Her face dropped from glum topositively sad and I felt truly sorry for her, though her reference to`peeking tom' was cute enough to make. Using the lever that pulled on her shackled wrists, I systematically drew back the bowman’s bow by making Mother straighten. Her breasts were stretched to conical points aimed at the floor, her nipples reaching the end of their elasticity, and her clit pointing upward like a miniature cock, blood-red with pressure. “You’re doing so well, just a little bit more!” I encouraged, and cranked the lever once more. Mother sobbed, her thighs rubbing desperately, clear fluid running freely between then..