I could see everything. I could see the gentle folds of her stomach; I could even see the tops of her panty hose. But most of all, I could see her bre...sts. I couldn’t quite see her nipples, but I could watch the gentle motion of her breasts as she dug around in her purse. I just stared at those beautiful mounds of flesh a mere three feet in front of me. I was mesmerized. Sure, I had seen others girls breasts before; I had been to third base with one of the girls in my school. But there was. She was a sex nympho and never could get enough. She did not care that her young daughter was in the next room while she fucked strange men all night.The daughter had her secret too as she would go stand in the door to her moms room and watch her mom letting the men use her body. Tonight the mom was with a huge man and the girl watched as they got naked. The man grabbed her moms nipples and began to twist on them before he sucked then bit them. The girl could see the man suck the nipples as he. John," she added after checking a piece of paper. I nodded,already aroused beyond belief by being here and hearing her story. "Maybethis will help," she cried, unclipping her wonderfully long hair andletting it cascade around her shoulders, and taking off those awfulglasses. Now she became a stunning beauty, which she'd hinted at but disguised. "We can't have all the girls seeing me like this!" she murmured. "Now,please stroke yourself as it's part of the interview anyway." "Is it?" I. .." We continued up Cherry's back. I intended finishing pretty quickly, but after a minute or so Cherry asked "Have they gone?" What should I say? If I said "no" there was a greater chance that one or other of them would look to see for themselves, but if I said 'yes' she might want our hands back on her bum... "They have turned round" I compromised. "Just keep doing what you are doing, please." Cherry asked us in an oddly urgent way, and with that raised her buttocks and squirmed her own.