Then came towards me and removed mine too. I could see her beautiful breast with her erect nipples pointing at me. I couldn’t believe what I was see...ng. Her lustful eyes were watching me as I was watching her. She then slowly moved her hands guiding it through her cleavage towards her pyjamas. She waited for a second as if teasing me and then removed that too. She stood there completely naked in front of my eyes. She looked like an angel.She then looked at my throbbing erection. I could somehow. My family was one of those French upper class provincial clan, who owned and lived in an opulent villa with a wooden garden not far from the center of the town. Upper society parties were often organized by 'bourgeois' of the town and the near countryside, and my parents had to assist all of them to straighten bonds with the other wealthy. In fact, women competed with their clothing, men spoke about economy and boasted of their conjugal infidelities.My mother, Marie, a pale curvy redhead with a. Having the rings adjusted helped a tiny bit but the fire was burning in her udders.Linda finally thought of them as udders rather than her tits or breasts. They weren't hers anymore."These udders are going to be lovely, they are really swelling up nicely. Anymore today and the skin would break. Don’t worry you'll have your wish just not today. Two or three more session should do it though. I'll enjoy that. I had such a lovely orgasm watching you. Now for your nipples."Linda's heart sank she. With that said I would like to tell a story of a time in our life.One night early in our marriage Linda and I were having drinks on the veranda when she said, "Jack, do remember saying how you would like to have a young boy to fuck"? "Yes, and what of it"?"Well, I was thinking I'd like to watch. Maybe even participate. What do you say to going down on 6th street and renting us a young boy"?"Linda, you are such a whore. That's a part of you I love. What would you want me to to do with this young.