Of course I started it butHe managed to build it biggerAnd recast it with lively flareAnd even had retracted paws addA favoring touch and fangedMouth ... lovely sweet breath.And sisters at play with motherLost in juvenile exuberanceObviously infectious when motherBecame one of us and evenSecond dad found no faultsDoubled over in mirth.But raising up another lineFound fear of hand and wordSlapping me so manySizes of hands and racesBlack and brown and beige and heavyTurning cheek and brow blood. She whispered: (“..keep going, ‘boyfriend‘.”) She lifted up her bra and let her big tits pop out. My hands were shaking a little as I slowly felt her wonderful tits. If this ever got out that I felt my own mom‘s tits, I would be branded some kind of weirdo. (“..oh boyfriend that feels so good, don’t you want to kiss them?”) I gulped again. I was about to kiss my mom’s beautiful tits. I had the jitters in my gut. Slowly I started kissing mom’s tits. They were heavenly as I let my tongue circle. I watched as he went over to see Kate and Ilooked for what expected to be my last table to clean.Then I saw this new guy. I guess women would find him attractive. Heobviously worked out. Unlike most men you would see at the gym though hewore glasses and I saw he had some novel on his table called "Katiba".It turned out he was French. I found this out when he asked me if hecould meet me after I finished my shift. He had a strong French accent. I said he was not my type.He replied, "Why? . Just when I could settle a second the jolt hit my pussy lips on the right side, and my right tit, I screamed yet again, when he pulled the whip out and began to smack me as I knew I was a wet mess. He turned the tens unit up and then down making me squirm. He stopped it again, moving the wires he hooked up both sides of my slick wet mound. He never eased me into this one, he turned it up causing me to jerk almost upright as my back arched. I moaned loudly when he smacked my face so I would shut.