"Oooo," Nancy hummed. Her blue eyes feasted on Theresa's magnificent tits. She drooled, devouring every-inch of Theresa's exposed tits. A lump filled ...er throat. "Oooo, they're so big." She bit her lip, but the words had already been said."Yours are a nice size too," Theresa said as she rubbed her mammoth tits erotically. The heated expression on Nancy's face was a turn on, igniting the fires that filled her pussy.Nancy couldn't keep her hot blue eyes turned away from Theresa's tits. She forgot. I can't imagine how you must feel." My wife was babbling, one word tumbling in on the other, sentences fracture and uncompleted, some in context - most not, and I can honestly say I'd never heard her babble before. The play of emotions across her face was fascinating and made one thing above all others clear - Doris was lost, she was adrift and had no bearings, no point of reference. Her frustration increased until she finally just quite talking and motioned toward the kitchen. "Coffee?"I. . what is she saying exactly? “We should go.” She says “You should come with me. No one goes to a gala without a date anyway. What’s the worst that can happen?” You don’t really have an answer to that. Nor do you have an answer to her next question. “What’s the best that can happen?”Five days later you’re doing it, heading down to some swanky loft in Brentwood, you in a suit, Becca in a tight green strapless dress and thigh highs.You’re dubious “What kinda gala is in a loft?”“Not just one loft.. “Does she look like a ma’am?” “No, sir…. I’m sorry. I meant mistress.”“Since you have a problem with words, I suppose you don’t need your mouth.” I told Lacey. I went and grabbed a ball gag and placed in her mouth. I tugged on Lacey’s clamps more and enjoyed her muffled winces. Tiffany was in awe. I reached in Tiffany’s panties and she was wet. “I can feel that you’re eager to have fun,” I semi whispered to Tiffany. “I’m quite curious what else you have in store. I’m having more fun than.