Tab usi waqt mehra uncle apna lund jo pura mom k thuk n unke khud k precum se gila tha aur shine kr raha tha vo hilate rahe thay aur sofe se khade hue...….Fir dusre haath se mom k upar stretch hue boobs ko bra k upar se hi gol gol haath ghuma k ek ek boob ki feel liya aur bole “Kaafi tight hai bhabhi aapke boobs abhi bhi aur proper shape mai hai jese big naturals…Kya size hogi inki” mom ka kurta face k upar tha aur dono haath upar tab mom boli “40dd size hai mehra ji” aur utna bolte hi kurta utar. Belinda took her hand and squeezed it tightly. "I’m so glad you didn’t dance with some dickhead, just to look straight. I would have been crushed." Donna blushed. "Was it that obvious?" "You couldn't keep your eyes off me," Belinda replied gently. "I wanted to approach you sooner, but I was too scared. Can you imagine hitting on a girl you liked and finding out she was straight?” Donna thought of Susan. “I can imagine much worse than that. But what about your mom?" Belinda smiled. "My mom is my. There is a small dimly lit alcove with hangers where I can hang my coat before walking around. The crowd is a combination of men and cross-dressers. Some of the cross-dressers are somewhat passable, and many, such as me, are not. I am no longer embarrassed as I’m often treated as a woman by some of the men. I think it’s also safer since they know what they are getting into. One particular night I wore my usual stretch jeans and white blouse over a pair of red lace panties, matching red lace. Moments later, Sara woke from unconsciousness and sat on the bed. Her eyes looked empty and out of focus. Her face showed no emotion. Her brain was in a haze.She got off the bed and walked hesitantly towards to newly formed cocoon. She stood for a brief moment in front of it, like evaluating the situation. The image a naked Natalie lingered in her mind. She realized that her nipples were hard and her pussy was dripping wet. Sara concluded that there was nothing to evaluate. She had made a.