Now i squeezed them simultaneously pulling them in a stretching manner the way a milkman takes milk out of the breasts on the udder of a buffalo.She c...ied in pleasures and excitement. I moved her to fall on the writing table with her face and upper body resting on the table. I made her stand on the floor like the figure 7. I separated her legs and thighs as wide as possible.I sat on my knees on the floor between her legs. I brought out my tongue and licked her pussy. I felt her pussy extremely. ”“And what about me?” Clare asked. “Those two have nice asses, but my tits have held up better.”“I’m going to need proof of that,” Tom said.“Me too,” I chimed in. “Mine are still in pretty good shape – even after 30 years of gravity.”“If you must,” Clare replied. “But you’ll have to prove it too.”Clare was wearing a sundress, and, it turned out, nothing else but sandals. (I told you there was something in the air that weekend.) She reached behind her neck and untied the strap that was holding. I felt her nipples graze my thighs threw her flimsy silk nightie. I think my dick grew and extra half inch with her doing that. Once in bed beside me she pulled off her silk nightie and dropped it by her bed.My mother-in-law then put one arm under my head as her other hand reached my left nipple pinching it hard with her fore finger and thumb. Her own hard right nipple was poking me in my left cheek. She ran her hand up and down my chest and abs caressing me."Let me watch you as you play with. I examined them more closely - and then it almost fell from my eyes like scales. They had their boots on. Both. The blush shot in my head, I tried as best I could to prevent it.It was impossible that the semen in Tamara's boots had dried. It was just as impossible that she hadn't noticed. She must have seen it.The entire boot was full, I even stripped my penis clean on the inside! I collected myself and looked at Marie's and Tamara's table. They still looked over provocatively. I returned their.