“By the end of the week you will be a different person, but perhaps not quite what your Mother, my dear friend, will be expecting. In fact, quite t...e opposite But I promised her you would never wear her clothes again, Justine.”“But my name is Justin…," said Justin, his voice tailing off as Sophie raised one eyebrow and glared at him.“Yes, Aunty,” said Justine slowly, wondering what on earth his Mother had got him into.Sophie was indeed an expert on nylon fetishes. That morning she had dressed. She must have felt I was looking because without a word shehad pulled her top down enough to let her tits free. I looked around andother's too had their tits out. As I sucked on Nicole's cock the peoplearound me were moving and wrestling about. I looked to see that they werealmost all completely naked. Nicole reached down and pulled off my shirt.My giant tits wobbled back and forth. Then she stood me up and pulled offthe shorts, being sure to leave the boots on. I got back onto my knees. It was a virtual jungle of reddish tinged glory and the tight wet entry to her vaginal channel was custom made for my aroused stiffness that I pressed into her with the eagerness of a teenaged student.I did my best to slow down and give her a nice happy ride, but my enthusiasm was so rampant that I grabbed her beautiful ass cheeks and pulled her soft feminine body up into me with shameful disregard for her panting excitement. I had reached a point when I knew my flood of liquids would soon fill. There’s no doubt about it,” Gunner chimed in. “She’s been proving that easily these past few days.”It was quiet as the two of them looked at Jamal, their leader quietly eyeing up the woman hungrily. Her eyes were on him as well, as if seeking his approval.“What do you think, Jamal?” Gunner asked. “Do you think she’s proved that over the past few days?”The young black man slowly started to nod his head, his eyes looking at every inviting part of the woman’s spectacular body. He started to reach.