She was on the bed, on all fours, with her left hand gliding across her clit at inhumane speed, and her bubble-butt jiggling right over her right hand... pistoning three fingers in and out of her dripping wet cunt. Her tits, perfect G-cup hemispheres, were dangling from her thin, tight frame, with tiny nipples to cap them off.Immediately, I thrust my hand past all layers of clothing and started masturbating furiously. This was easily the most erotic sight I had ever seen, even if it was the only. I lived it and it was such a better place too. You simply can’t fool some of us and we’re dying. We’re taking that reality, those memories with us when we go. Like the nymphs we are tired of being ignored]I decided not to cut short my stay at the dairy, regardless. I would stick it out until September or at least for a while if for no other reason than to embrace the challenge of waiting for my lovers to return. I couldn’t just run away now. Some sense told me that. What if they returned? What. I was frozen with fear and did not know what to do. Mom brought in some clean clothes and put them away. Mom then stopped and sat on the bed beside me. I could do nothing but lay there with my cock pointing up in the air. Mom then commented that I had a nice cock, and that it had been a very long time for her. She reached over and wrapped her hand gently around my cock and moved it up and down. I was not sure what to do, mom asked if it was okay for her to touch it and I said yes. She continued. Continuing to search through my bag, I found the sexy wet look mini dress I had bought a few days earlier. Eagerly pulling it out of the packet and holding it up against my body, feeling the fabric cling to my slender frame.I desperately wanted to flaunt myself and hurriedly slipped it on, stretching the new wet look material and hearing it crackle tight against my ass.As I appreciated the feeling of the dress tightly rubbing against my body, I adorned my long brown curly wig and stared at.