A battle of wills was in progress. The contestants were that woefully overmatched thong versus Jana’s member. With every movement, the thong struggl...d to contain the swelling hardness of her cock. Already her testicles spilled over the sides of the barely there covering. It was incredibly erotic to see how it fought valiantly but was ultimately doomed against the mammoth member it struggled to contain. As if on cue, the underwear gave a final groan and snapped. 13 inches of thick cock sprang. Mrs. Armstrong moaned as she devoured her daughter’s cumming twat. I lifted my face, juices dripping down my chin. My large tits swayed as I let the MILF feast.“Ooh, I need to be massaged next, Dandi,” I said. “Pussy massage.”“Have to give my mother more practice,” whimpered Stefani. “Right, Mommy-slut?”“Yes, Daughter,” moaned Mrs. Armstrong. “I have to be ready to please your customers. I’ll be such a good masseuse. I’ll eat all their pussies and lick their assholes.”Stefani grinned at me.. ’ Upstairs in the bedroom we peeled each others clothes off. Perhaps Big Beaver was named after someone like Fletch. Her muff could have used a weed whacker it was so covered in hair. But that was no big deal to me. I was too busy admiring how cute tiny tits can be. After all I was used to blockbuster mams not teardrops and bee stings. But Fletch had some flashy looking nipples to go with them too. I worked them until they were nice and hard. Right then I knew skinny Fletch was ready for some. Then she delivered the coup de grace when she said he was a much better lover than me and had a much bigger cock. You would have thought I would have been devastated, but the only thing that went through my mind was that I was not going to eat Charlie’s cum from her pussy and Charlie would now be enjoying her awesome blowjobs. Later that evening, I decided to go out for a drink. With out even thinking about it, I drove straight to a well known gay bar. I had never been there before and entered.