I raised her gown slowly as I continued to press her boobs and she with her eyes closed enjoyed every movement I was making on her body. Now I put my ...ands inside her gown and continued feeling her breasts over her bra, pinching her tits lightly as she kept moaning in anticipation. Her hands moving down to feel me but I slapped her hands away. I just wanted her to enjoy every little moment every second. I slipped the straps of her gown to the side of her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Despite the implied permission, I resisted the urge to free the tempting mammary and savor it. I wondered why Dom kept staring at my surging crotch instead of Mireille’s bare tit.With all three enjoying my breathless state, we sped out of the rocky driveway. Mich’s speed on narrow, twisting roads reminded me how much I missed my TR3; the painful back seat reminded me that I wasn’t driving. Mireille’s jouncy tits and billowing skirt kept my lust limb stiff. Lack of seat belts made me imagine how. ”“Of course you shave there,” I said, leaning over to peer into her crotch.“I do that for her,” said Uncle Bob, grinning. “If she tries it she cuts herself to ribbons. She can shave her underarms, but not down there.”“Oh,” I said. I looked at him. “Well can you shave me too?”My mom made this funny sound in her throat, and when I looked at her, she had one hand over both of her eyes.“I will if your mom says it’s okay to do that,” said Uncle Bob.“Great,” said Mom, her eyes still covered. “Make me. It wasn't as large as Benedict's, but it was a better size for sucking. It was sticking straight out and looked hard enough to poke a hole in a brick wall. She licked the tip and it throbbed in response. She smiled, knowing this blowjob would be quick. She placed her hands on his hips and plunged her mouth down on his cock, rubbing her tongue back and forth on the underside. "Gah! God, Kyra that feels wonderful." She withdrew and then licked along the shaft all the way to his balls. She sucked.