He dropped one hand behind me and I could feel my dress being gathered up behind to bare my bum. He rubbed his hand over my bum on the outside of m... undies and then started slipping it between my legs for a rub. The conversation dried up and the other guys just stood and watched. I remember looking at them watching, seeing the longing in their faces to have a feel too. There was no resistance from my part, and my guy got very obvious and moved his free hand around to under the front. It was straight and had some darker highlights. It waspretty much a Hannah Montana wig! "Have you ever seen the show?"Mom grinned, letting me know that she knew what she was doing. "Yes,I've seen the show. Come over here."She led me over to where she had found the wig. It had been nestledbetween a number of other wigs that had the same length and appearance,but were styled differently. "If we take the set, then you'll be able to change the style around,"she said. "And yes, one would look like. I pull back my head slightly and tentatively glide my tongue over your engorged clit, the tip lightly circling, giving it a gentle nibble before I start again with my tongue at the same time I slide a finger easily inside your soaking wet pussy sending shockwaves of ecstasy throughout your body crying out as you thrust your hips towards me holding tightly onto me and flood my mouth with your sweet juices, I slow down a touch savouring the taste and aroma before me and feel you pulling on my. Silverware was added and the bread was put in the toaster and pushed down. Mom mixed milk in with the eggs and stirred it together. All the while I was treated to her breasts bouncing around and out, her pussy playing peek-a-boo with me, and her fine ass winking it’s incredible puckered hole at me. Finally breakfast was served, Mom got another cup of coffee, and sat down opposite me. Her shirt was not closed up like it had been and one whole breast was visible. I had never enjoyed a breakfast.