The smile that crossed her face was forever burned into Michaels memory. For once, without the sneer, the rough language and the confrontational attit...de, Candy looked the beautiful girl that Michael had always known to exist. As Michaels hand continued to stroke his bloated cock Candys hand continued their journey over her body, stopping at points Michael desperately wanted to remember. Her belly button, a small caress just under her rib cage, her left hip, and finally she turned, to Michaels. “My mother Bertha adores him, but he’s a real stuck up pain in the tush,” she whispered in my ear as her tongue traced it, sending shivers down my body. “I sometimes wonder if he’s queer, because he won’t do this with me,” she purred, squeezing my swollen dick.Her tiny tits were just mounds of flesh, but what mounds! I gently rubbed my palms over them, and she sighed and thrust them against me! I was expecting a slap of disapproval, but it seemed she was enjoying my groping as her hand stroked. Tracy took a big gulp and it slid down her throat. All Tracy could think of was when she tried to eat a raw oyster and it was so slimy it just slid down her throat.The girls got dressed and got Tracy up off her back. They straightened her clothes for her, and then unhooked her hands from her belly chain. But they didn’t stay unhooked for long, because each of the girls took a hand and reattached them to the dog collar around her neck. By doing this, her tits stuck out more, but even better the. Then one Friday night I got home early for my weekend visit and we created what we like to call "BJ55mph" (that's a blow job at 55 miles per hour) Like I said the sun was just about to set, and we where both horny as hell,---Mary had her hand on my cock as soon as she slide over beside me and my right hand was cupping her then small right tit and was rubbing her nipple through her thin shirt before we even pulled away from her house---well it was still to early in the evening to go to one of.