“Oh my! You don’t have any undies on?”“Since when do I wear underwear.”“When was your last doctor's appointment?”“Exactly.”“Would ...y husband allow me to suck his cock?”“I would, but not now. When we get to the boat and ready to go, I’m yours.”We got to the club and I signed the log about what our plans were. It took us over an hour to load and put away the food and booze. I checked the boat for the last time and we were ready to go.The engines were warming up and I was sitting at the bar having. It didnt work. Casual conversation had felt just as awkward if not more as the earlier kissing, long pauses of deafening silence filling the air when they had spoken so freely before. Natalie didnt drink when she had to film the next day, and she didnt drink much even when she was free next day, but it hadnt taken much on this occasion for Mila to talk Natalie into just one little glass of wine, or a second, or a third, until she simply lost count. At that point normality was finally restored a. My hand went directly under her shirt and found those beautiful fake tits. Dyanna wasn’t wearing a bra. I began to pull on her nipples with my thumb and forefinger. The more I pulled, the more she moaned. “Pull them harder, pull my fucking nipples harder, I love that” she stated. Being a good listener, I did as I was told. I pinned her up against the counter top and moved my hand from her nipple to inside her sweat pants. Dyanna was shaved clean and her lips were sopping wet. She. I knew that my mom would be sleeping deeply due to the medication so I thought about taking advantage and touching her ass. Again I was getting really excited thinking about this but at the same time I was getting really scared. My heard was pounding really hard. I lied there about 15 mins to see her movement but she didn’t move at all.So I made a plan to put my arm around her which would be normal for her as I did it when I was a kid. After putting my arm around her belly I could feel her.