That’s when we stick it to her. Are you in?”Was I in? Here was a chance at what sounded like the thrill of a lifetime. And it’s not like my mom ...ill know it was me. What the hell, I was in.We went upstairs and watched for a bit as my mom and Tony went at it. Now my mom was riding on top of him. One of the men counted to three and we all walked in. My mom looked surprised but very turned on at the same time. She went through the whole bit about doing anything to get us to leave her alone. That’s. "You mean The Girls." What girls?" he insisted.She cupped her breasts, which were now cradled by damp cotton in the form of her sweaty shirt."These are The Girls. That's what I call them." Oh." It was all he could say. She seemed to understand he was shocked."You don't have to call them that, of course. You can call them my breasts, or boobs, or even my tits. But please don't call them knockers or fun bags. I hate those terms."He swallowed. "Fun bags?" he said, his voice dry. "Surely you jest.". Even her mother and sister hugged me. I grabbed her brother and gave him a big hug. We talked for awhile and then I saw Alecia. She was just a tiny little thing only a few months old. I couldn’t help but have tears in my eyes while I held the little girl, she was so precious. Trina went to get us some hot chocolate and I could tell Alecia needed changing. Mrs. Whiting offered to change her but I said I wanted to do it. The cute little girl just smiled at me all the time I was changing her. I. Wo us din red color ki sari me thi,aur badi hi sexy lag rahi thi,blouse me se uski cleavage dikh rahi thi,jo mujhe madhosh kar rahi thi,maine uske hoto par kiss karna suru kiya,wo b apni jibh mere muh me dalne lagi,mera lund khada hone laga,usne lund par hath rakh diya,maine uski sari utar di,aur blouse par se hi boobs dabane laga,wo garam ho rahi thi,abb mei uski body dekhna chahta tha to maine uska peticoat aur blouse khol diye,wo red color ki bra aur penty pahne thi,main red color dekhkar.