. I j-just can’t ...” sobbed Zena. “If... hhhaaaahhhh... you stop... hhhaaaahhhh... hhaaahhh... you know... she’ll flog you to r-ribbons...”...“O-Ohhh... oooohhh... why don’t the Gods... st-strike m-me... dead!” Groaning horribly, Zena forced herself to raise her aching limbs again, placing a foot on the next step up. The muscles in her limbs seemed to be literally on fire. Slowly the Treadmill began to move again. After another five minutes, Zena had passed the hundred mark but she knew she was. Why did we wait so long to try it?" She laughed at this. She was the one trying to convince me to do it with her."Good question," she said. "It's a do over, then?" "Yes, a definite do over." Truth be told, I was ready to do it again now! As I had that thought, I felt her hands pulling at the waist of my pants. "What if we tried one more thing?" Her body rolled on top of mine, her breasts pushing into my chest warmly."Uhmm like what?" I asked, a little taken aback at the forwardness of her. The carefully laid clothes that once surrounded the suitcase were now pushed together in a big pile. “Kenny! I had those sorted out for a reason.”Her son had pushed the clothes all together in order to make room for him to lay down.Ignoring his mom about the clothes, Kenny’s eyes focused in on his mom’s braless boobs. Even the heavy sweatshirt material could not hide the jiggling. Lori knew what he was up to but ignored it. She had brothers growing up and she new about teen boys and hormones.. She then had step into the dress carefully lift it up to myshoulders. She helped me adjust it just so as she zipped me into it. Ithen went to the accessory table while Sandy got into her dress. First Ipicked out a very cute pair of long dangly earrings and slipped them on. I looked in the mirror and behind me I saw Sandy in a very slinky satinydress that was way shorter than mine. The skirt was not as full and shehad a hint of a sheer petticoat sticking out underneath the hem. Therewere.