You're so nasty, bitch. So fucking nasty. You want it like a whore, don't you?" And you fuck faster as you begin enjoying the feeling yourself, feelin... your prick grow and fill all of her snatch. You're getting into the lust of afternoon passion and filthy, naughty screwing."I'm sorry, baby. I am. Please just use me, sailor. Oh, fuck. Use that pussy, baby. I'm a whore. I know it, baby."Bursting her blouse open, you grasp each tit and squeeze as hard as you can. A squeal escapes her lips that. I didn't want to tell them you were my son because they seem to want topay off our silence. They asked me what size you wore and I told them thesize I wear since we seem to be the same height and weight. If you werehurt I would be going ape shit on them right now, but since you are ok, Isay we take them for whatever they will give us," Mom said adding, "Idon't want you to think badly of me, but I love the stuff in this storeand you just gave me a way to get some free swag from them," My mom. The kicker is that this the only public nude beach on the island. Well, we made our way down, undressed and put our clothes into my pack and started strolling along the waterline. Only a few persons were visible, some walking around or playing in the water. Outside there was a fairly nice surf break – with six or seven surfers living up to the command “surf naked.”In spite of all the attractions, my attention didn’t wander much from my companion. She was incredible – Barbarella type boobs at. Our bed! Not that it’s up to me, of course. My son is also my Master, you understand. He’ll also lie with his sisters, of course, and anyone else who appeals to him. I don’t make demands of my Master, my son,” Mom aka Vicky encouraged Jessica as I transformed into a bat and she followed my example.We were home with shocking speed due to that flight in bat guise. Jessica later confessed that she never felt quite so alive as when she flapped her wings and flew through the air. It was a heady.