.this morning..." Another pause, "...when we haven't each had a bottle of wine."Sara turned slightly pink and answered, "The wine only brought out wh...t was already there. I have been your obedient slave since the fifth grade. I like it. I enjoy serving you. And you have always protected me and taken care of me."Joan continued, "But you have not always been our slut slave. You have been our friend, and we want you to continue to be our friend." Does that mean you didn't like what happened. Now, i personally love stockings there is something about them that never fails to turn me on, but for some reason ellen never seemed to be the sort of person who you would expect to wear them, more often than not she could be seen wearing jeans and plain trousers and never seemed overly sexual or sexy in anyway. What really began to intrigue me was why she had these things out on show, they were obviously there to be used and maybe even had been, but since her husband had passed away nearly 12. But these weren’t breasts, this was about sex and those were tits. More droop than her mom, but not some sort of grannie dugs. Unguided she did what she thought was the right thing to do when presented with someone else’s tits, She leaned forward and using one hand to barely lift and steady she kissed her very first tit.Maur gave a gasp, Jane thought from her kiss because she felt the instant hardening of the nipple in her mouth. Maur’s gasp was because she felt Paul pushing her skirt down. She. Yes mommy, I love it he replied. And you want to continue having fun with your mom? she asked, still stroking his cock while her other hand reached around and grabbed his young, firm ass. Yes mommy, yes please Tyler gasped, feeling her hands on his body he would do anything she wanted to be able to cum, he thought to himself. Good son she said, as she stopped stroking him. He looked at her, wondering what was next would she let him cum? He hoped so, his balls ached so badly. Ok Tyler. You will.