My hand found the cleft of her butt and I pushed aside her panties. My middle finger slipped began the folks of her pussy lips. I was a bit surprised ...o find her pussy soaking wet. Thats not what your pussy is telling me. She got stiff in bed for a moment and then reached back to grasp my hard dick. We masturbated one another for a couple minutes. I shifted down in bed, moving to be able to eat her out. She stopped me once my intent was clear, Just fuck me, I need to get to sleep soon for work. I did not gag as it hit the back of my throat as I relaxed my muscles; I felt it slip deeper down my throat until his whole length was enveloped. My breathing had become ragged and labored. I reached up and caressed the hairy balls hanging at my chin, squeezing them, prodding them, wanting their release deep in my throat. I felt the hot cum pour from his cock into the back of my throat and I pulled his balls forcing him deeper if that was possible allowing his spunk to squirt time after time.. I said, “Oh, how embarrassing, Brett, can you help me with this?” He looked up at me stunned. I could see a wet spot slowly starting in his shorts. I took his hand and guided it to my breast. I held it there and savored the feeling of his strong smooth hands grasping my tit. I allowed my other breast to fall out. I said, “You can touch it, if you want.” He didn’t need much help this time and slowly started playing with my tits in both of his hands. At this point, his dick was twitching the. Does that make me guilty?”“Not really, but it does make me think you had something to do with them looking so sexy and beautiful. I kept looking around out there, and I saw Patricia, and Sharon - suddenly change from skinny girls like Mom and me, into sexy grown women, like Ms. Pam - and Mom, now.”“I noticed that too, and I thought it was my guitar picking at first.”“Come to think of it, I did hear your guitar - then I would see some really big titties. Uh, could you play for me, if I bring.