After some times priti told me to increase the pressure of my hands on her breasts. I did so. She further encouraged me to squeeze her breasts harder ...nd harder. I started squeezing her superb pulpy breasts as hard as i could. Priti was in great excitement. She was encouraging me with words like “….oooohhhhh… aur jore se… haan bikkkkkkkessssssss aur jore se dabaao na … Badaa maja aaraha hai mujhe… …your hands are quite expert …you know how to squeeze breasts … meri jaanu press my boobs harder …. It was consensual?”“What? Yes! Of course.”“Okay. Can you tell me what has been going on?”“Details?”“You can leave those out. Just give me your side of the story.” Mom said. I had the feeling that she was just confirming what Donna had already told her, but I started from the beginning anyway. I admitted to the peeping, my confession to Cindi, how things had gone so far with Donna. I guessed I was hoping to leave it there when I paused, my face probably as red as my hair from embarrassment and. I wanted you to see it.There were so many times I sat across from you while I had your husbands cum running out of my wet pussy and running down my ass. You hate the fact that now you know I could control you and now I control your husband, he controls me as well but that's not the point. You Couldn't control him. He does what I want when I want it. I have access to all his credit cards, I take care of everything he needs. It makes me hot to know that I have him now, controlling him and getting. I'll drive you anywhere! I need this..." I didn't know what to do. Sure, I've fantasized, but it was never like this. I didn't want to lose my virginity in a filthy truck to a filthy truck driver! There was also the little dilemma about my lack of a vagina. I thought for a second. "What do you want?" I asked shyly. "Just blow me! That's all!" I considered this. "I've never..." "That doesn't matter! You're a sexy piece of ass! You've gotta learn sometime!" I thought a bit more, until he.