Her face was not exactly beautiful but she was very pretty. She had a sturdy build but it was difficult to assess just what kind of figure she had. Th... reason was that her chest sported two watermelons. No, I don't mean softballs, or grapefruit, or cantaloupe, nor musk melons but full-grown watermelons. If I couldn't have seen a generous helping of cleavage, I would have guessed that she had stored her hope chest inside her dress or something but I could see evidence that meant they were real.. “You are not finished yet” I shouted over to Jen “you promised to strip, so strip”. Jen smiled at me. “If you say so” said Jen as she stood back up and started to dance sexily again. Her hands grabbed the bottom of the dress and she slowly inched it up along her thighs finally exposing her bald shaven pussy to her encouraging audience. It was a sight to see – Jen standing on the pool table with her tits and pussy exposed, her dress more like a belt around her waist. “Remember what we arranged. By now people were looking at him whether or not they had seen his pantsing of Maria and it wasn’t long before a teacher was summoned. So here he was in Donna’s house because his parents both worked and they felt that he needed someone to keep an eye on him and make sure he didn’t watch TV or play video games or do anything that would take away from his punishment. He hated it here. It wasn’t that Donna was one of those old ladies who are mean or smell really bad, though the house did smell a. It all added to the surreality of the whole thing, I could feel the warmth of his mouth and saliva, on my nipples, and his fingers in my pussy, thrusting hard, both of which were meeting my own rising sexuality, it had been years since I last had a man, and I could feel the back of his almost hairless head in my hand, I was cradling him as he feasted on my titties.I could hear Pia's voice talking, 'Now he is fucking my horny mother', and I opened my fuzzy eyes, to realize his position had.