As Cindi pressed her firm tits into my chest and breathed her sweet breath in my face, Donna leaned on my shoulder. Her big jugs rested heavily on my ...ack.“I told you your big cock could straighten us out ... well mostly,” Donna’s hot breath bathed my ear. “You don’t want us totally straight, do you little brother?”By this time, my prick was as hard as any baseball bat and almost as big. I knew my horniness - not to mention the girls’ - was going to have to take priority before any more. " Then by your thrice wish," she said, as if proclaiming it so."My wish?" I asked, the words again soundless. I felt so veryconfused, as if my mind was now as paper thin as had been that bra."Yes. You now big and white. Eight dollar. Me make all time. Nowdone," said the older gypsy lady. I looked over through the small seamleft between me and the bra in front and back, seeing that the daughterhad moved back to the seat in front of the building. Her motherapparently had returned to her. The warmth of the sun fell across her shoulders, soothing the strain in her back where the rope had held her. The “clicking” stopped her. She missed a step, and startled, she saw him step in from the side, shaking his closed hand as if about to roll the dice: click-click-click. “Mrs. Mason. You're looking very, well... sprightly.” “For someone my age, coach? Is that what you're saying? And my name's Melanie.”He laughed at that. “Hardly, Melanie. I would think that you and I are the same age.” . . “Enough” she barked and pushed my head back away from her, I looked confused..She laid back on the sofa and widened her legs exposing her little white thong with the thin white gusset tight between her protruding labia lips, she looked down as she inched to the edge of the sofa, “Clean me down there please Jerry” she said keeping her stern voice which I found exciting, as I leant forward I glanced up and saw her warm smile and then her head went back and her eyes close.I buried my head down.