I slowly slide my hand inside her dress and finally I succeeded and reached her nipples. It was rock hard and suddenly she kept her hands on top of my...hands and opened her eyes.Mom: if you are pressing then do it properly. Don’t leave me in the middle of last night.And she was smiling. I got relaxed and I knew that was the green signal for me and give a very hard squeeze.Mom: do it slowly beta its paining.Me: mom can I lick your boobsMom: of course you can have my full body anytime you need. I. I assumed he was a lonely guy who could never get a date. He hadnever done anything to prove me wrong."One for me." Vince said happily.Vince, our inside salesman, was a pretty good poker player. But I hadplayed long enough with him to know how to read him. He was in hisearly forties, twice divorced, balding, tall maybe 5'10" and thin as arail. If he had a good hand, he would rub his chin. If he had aterrible hand, he would sit his cards on the table. If he was going tobluff, he would. He was so happy to see my hairless tiny boobs in the bra.We covered ourselves with the blanket and started kissing each other. He was really expert in kissing as he was kissing my lips. My cheeks. My ears and running his tongue deep inside my mouth. He was holding me tight and in no time his saliva was all over my face due to his intensive kissing and licking.He removed his shirt and his Lower too and his dick was pointing towards me like a loaded weapon inside his shorts. He pulled my Bra. He was hoping for the plumpfullness of a young pinup model but resigned himself that just maybe he'dneed to have some breast work done... or maybe having a baby would helpfill them out.He held his new breasts for a moment thinking that maybe they weren't sobad with such amazing nipples on them (and sensitive too!) when he startedto look around his room to see if anything else was changing along withhim. He opened his closet door to see if his clothes had become dressesand skirts or his t-shirts.