As I reached down to touch her, it was as if I was watching someone else's hands fumble with the ties on her pink bikini top. Untied now, I pulled it ...way from her soft white mounds, exposing her large brownish nipples. They were sticking up erect and hard (from an end-of-life climax at her moment of death?). I could not help squeezing and kneading her yielding, lifeless breasts. They were cool to the touch and so soft and pliant. I pinched her nipples softly, then harder, almost hoping she. We decided to finish recording in 2 takes. First take, oh my god. My mom had practiced so much that she had become a pro at it.Her moves were very fluid. Now her hips were shaking so fast that the golden decoration around it moved too. I again felt my penis rising. The second take was where it happened.Midway between the dance sequence, her sports bra snapped in the middle and exposed both her breasts. Both Ramappa and I were watching so intensely.My mom’s breasts were as though 2 squishy. She is cleaning my collection of toys and restraints and hanging them up and putting them on display for me. She is doing it with a butt plug lodged in her round little bottom. There is a pretty, ruby red stone peeking out from her sphincter. Every step she takes, the heavy metal reminds her that I own her ass. And she smiles!” Removing her finger from my lips, Molly moved slowly closer to me, her lips coming ever closer. “You want me to own your ass as well. Your cock is growing in my. I think I'm your girlfriend Nicole."We made love repeatedly all afternoon. I became an avowed cockworshipper. I couldn't get enough of John's cock. I love the taste,texture and smell of it. I really love it when he slowly inserts itinch by pleasurable inch into me.When I woke up the next morning there were no traces of Nick left.Nicole was definitely in charge. My facial structure had finished re-sculpturing itself. My waist had definitely narrowed giving me anawesome hourglass figure. I had.