Her friend moved up to straddle her face, and at the same time the blond began to tongue him, and run her hands across his chest. Underneath him, his ...irst fuck of the night began to rock in ecstasy. He could feel her pussy contracting with the orgasm. Suddenly, her pussy gripped him so tight that he almost lost his load again, but he knew he had unfinished business with the buxom blond who was now tugging gently on his nipple. The blond moved off of her friends face, turned and pulled her. The green color shot up each side of her shirtand over the shoulders, leaving her chest white with the green dragon.The pant legs rose up her chubby legs before transforming into theskirt portion of a one-piece outfit. It was soon obvious that theshort fat girl stood there wearing a cheerleader's outfit."My glasses!" Denise squeaked. "Where's my glasses? C'mon guys, youknow I can't see anything with my glasses!"Denise's glasses had indeed disappeared, but everyone else's attentionwas now on. It was sad when your eighteen-year-old son gave you more pleasure with a kiss, smile and the best hugs she'd ever felt in her life, than her husband did in twenty years of marriage. "Do you like what you see?" she asked with a very big smile, enjoying his young, lustful eyes roaming over every inch of her forty year old body.He managed to pull his eyes off her hips and smiled. "Oh yes!" he smiled slowly walking towards her. "In fact," he rubbed his chin and looked straight to her already. A pair of black “fuck me pumps” and a black dress with just the right sexy cleavage and long enough about her mid-thighs.I arrived at her house after dinner. Helena opened the door, dressed in tight jeans and a white shirt. She looked astonished when I handed her some packages and told her:“Now, my slut bitch, tonight you will wear these outfit I bought for you…”.She smiled and hurried up to her bedroom. Ten minutes later she came back, dressed like a perfect whore. She was crossing her hands.