Dean is watching with enthusiasm as he smokes her cigarette. Mike stops kissing her, "Let me go!" Mike pushes her up against a tree and presses his st...ong hand over her mouth as she struggles against him. "Please let me go!!!" Mike starts to pull at her clothes and succesfully removes her blouse, she is shaking and still trying to push him away. He brutally rippes her jeans off and starts to caress her soft white thighes, she weeps. He starts to passionately kiss her neck as he slips his hands. .. /Under Abigail's right arm and going down her side were a pair of spread, pantihosed legs. They met at her underarm – if she decided to grow out her underarm hair, it would instantly remind people of pubic hair. As it was, the resemblance was closer to a shaved snatch.On her left side, she'd had a bimboized version of her face added – with poutier, fuller lips, and heavy make-up, it wasn't explicitly sexual, but at a glance, it certainly suggested it.Her favourite, however, was the. She wouldwalk around in these outfits serving drinks & snacks to us. She enjoyedletting the guys pet & fondle her. They would grab her ass & reach under hernightie for her tits. She LOVED all the attention. 1 night after about 3 or 4weeks of this 1 of the guys reached inside her panties & pulled them downexposing her pussy for everyone to see. Angel went ahead & took her pantiesoff. From this time on she either wore very sheer or no panties at all for theguys. Angel had been a pro stripper. The cheers rippled around me, spurring me on. The boys wanted to make my mother cum. That dirty, nasty word for that thing I was never allowed to have. The delight I missed out on by never masturbating.Would mother make me cum? I hoped so. It sounded so amazing. Like the greatest thing in the world. I wanted to give her that pleasure. I nibbled on her pussy lips. I sucked on her clit. I made her gasp and moan, her large breasts almost spilling out of her corset.“That's it, slut, eat me out!”.